Yes. A drawing. A painting of a drawing.
Drawn nine years ago, the painting describes two lovers, resting and wrestling with their natures, she relaxed but watchful and wary, him active, a loving hand on her back, knee pressing down her calf so she cannot leave.
She too holds his leg with her thigh. Reaches out to touch, to reassure, they are locked and locking, joined in a coupling knot, a slip not, not.
It is a bed. The dark makes the sheets grey.
No voices interrupt the bodily actions. Night commands silence.
The grey painted ground was painted today, May 10, 2019. It’s the colour of graphite. A painting of graphite. It knots the snippets of graphic chat into a conversation.
We are older now but the story holds true.