Water cascading down that frame carved from stone.

Gentle curves smoothed by running water, light catching on droplets sent flying.

Black falling over shoulders (broad), tangling with fingers drawn through (che).

Swiftly his hands move, charcoal rasping across paper, dark on fair, humming from his throat, catching on another's ears.

Gasps that he lovingly documents, paper crinkling like those leaves caught in the path of a blade.

His fingers trailing lazily (tongue), following the contours of nature's work (shaking exhale).

Aggressively, emboldened strokes of his brush, colouring a white canvas black and blue.

Red, like the setting sun, glancing off sensitive skin, nails, lightly scraping.

Contentment, like water (blue), soaking through clothes (the cloth), frame arching against his, and he ties the last knot, binding his drawings together.

A. r. t.