
Marcel Wormsley
Fix My Movements…

Fix my movements with your anxious glare. Immobilize my arms in a labyrinth of Soft, dewy tentacles Engorged with a desire that chooses not to see. Bound my feet with jesses of liquid lavender As you trace meandering paths of pink tafetta Across my undulating chest. Move until my breath eludes me, Until everything Is alien.
Art: “Dancers” Edgar Degas