An ode to Kathy Acker, James Baldwin and Jean Genet this meander within the labyrinth of a psychosexual, kaleidoscopic celebration of love tear through the confines of the bodies archeology. Exchanges become snakes eating their own tales. Pushing and pulling the material like an archetype having no form of its own. A release, torrential shadows, blood rushes and clots by bound sailor knots, bruises mark time existing only in thought. A movement, a whirl, a reach. Excavating histories beneath a pastures of follicles, batting lashes, lashing back, skin fragments becoming hole again. Whole with the force, fully fraught, wrapped unbending, to become one; another, we must lose ourselves again. The ebb is a duplicate of the waving of the sea and a tale bathed in radiant dreamt mystery. So we circle around mirrors, catching glimpses of simple intimacies we call ours. This is an video piece explores the mythological nature of sensuality and how we can enter these spaces of mythology through a theatrical modality of role play, bondage, power games and art.