Sweat, on canvas
silk, on screen...

Diaphanous silk
conforms to the ripples of your body...

We drip
we phase...

The sleigh bears
down upon us...

Seven days they say, it took
to create every cranny, every cove, every nook...

Tall tree, small tree
which one are you...

I never did cry after that saccharine lullaby
not a once...

Foetal movements, clamber within
Gently prying a novel, smooth surface...

Cupcakes in the morning
Cupcakes in the sun...

Whilst the sun set, it dawned on her
As we lay, two humans, side by side...

We came upon the once-turned stone
to find it now as dust...

Oil, dripping,
a sheen of sweat...