“My shoulders bear a heavy weight
One that
Smoulders at itself in reflective glass
And spends time observing the directionality of it’s gaze”
He says
Undressing
Like an opening lotus
Standing under directional light
Tall
Handsome

Fabric about his ankles
That just fell limply
Stepping in one motion from them and into dissolving liquid
Crawling up the hairs on his skin
To the base of his skull
Sinking

Steaming bath
Inhales the curtails of mist from the water’s surface
And drowns himself for a while

Heavy weight makes it hard to reemerge

But he does

Turning back to glass
Proffering a smile
Coddled there with his body in his arms and all its bones
Following beads of diluted sweat on their journey across the contours of sculptured, stretching fibres that tense beneath the fat and tissue pulled over this resected visage

Facade

Hard dry stone is soaked by padding wet soles striding with soul down the hall, vestibule, sitting area where only he stood

Alone
Plays with metal lock on sliding glass doors
Window
Heavy weight
To slide them open

And does so
Standing in the slice of free, lapping air they offered
With gale upon his naked skin feeling as though he were clothed