My fingers swept across their hips as a paintbrush.
Warm colors, soft firmness, a pull to the other side.
Whispering in my ear, I'll never leave you.
Our hair tangled like tree branches that children climb.
Up and up.
Flower petals sprinkling with delicacy that counters the flame I set to their bed.
Catching the curtains, crawling up the walls.
Delving deeply into that manic place I covet, embrace, then hide.
All the avidity, vibrant then black, then back.
Develop us like film.
Drown me in this stop bath.

-Saree Nyxi