Tempting lips stray

Restless hips sway

Fingers lace

Tongues trace

Heated bodies glide

Desirous hands slide

Breathing quickens

Sweat thickens

Pleasure bursts

Hearts disperse

Solitude frees your soul

from the entrapment

of pleasing others,

which is really to please yourself.

And then you notice

everyone else

is doing the same.

They strive to gain your satisfaction

to please themselves

not realizing

that all along

the only true critic

is within.

I was painted for you,

a cloud of unspeakable radiance.

That first glimpse of pure otherness,

in whose presence you bloom out

and out

and out.

The space behind me in the frame

was a perfectly composed harmony.

You could grasp it in an instant,

you could live in it forever.

There wasn't a single meaning,

there were many.

Magic and delirium

Past and future

Luck and fate

Time poured, expanding out

and out

and out.

And there I was.

I was painted for you,

beyond words

through all kinds of different angles

trapped in the heart of light,

I was painted for you.