A boy, sketching
His friends, fellow neighbours, skinny dipping
This is not the first time,
but what is indeed new are the imprints
of streams, droplets;
yelps, giggles;
the force of a tumbling body,
or limbs on limbs,
shivers and waves in his very young heart.
He finds his nib forming strange contours,
fingers tracing the imprints as much as his
eyes could picture,
only to tear the paper, later,
ripping out a flat, grimacing tangle of lines,
his friend, grotesque on canvas.
Night beckons;
his sketch, made anew, alive as
he lay within burgeoning wants
that he never wished
before
Soundtrack: Alexandra Stréliski - Plus tôt
