full rooms of thought
uncalibrated in its exercise
to disperse moments
relentless, subjects cease to exist
only bodies are allowed here
faint, cool strokes wander
in paper or canvas
smothered in full spectrum colors
edges smoothen while you return
it must be said that distance
in itself is not real
only when our heart beats simultaneously
should we collide
the backdrops turn into one
hopefully i can write poems in your skin
while you paint me with your kisses
foreign entities submerging, enveloped
without slumber, without rest