and suddenly, i’m in the tick-boom of it all…pieces fly and soar past my face, shards of heat pierce my body – swollen and ripe from across the room. slowly lost – sense, dimension, orientation, sliding down walls – holding it in and wanting it all. i know what it is: you. wider and wider i spread myself … tighter and tighter i become…feeling for big air in pressed places, trembling with delight, looking over shoulders to make sure you’re still watching … your want peeks through ripples around me … yes‘s caress my clavicle… tell me who? then, say your name. like a thousand curious fingers feeling for a way…i, suspended and created under your undivided attention – allowing my body to become fine art beneath your gaze, i arrive.