tableaux vivant

the queen

the jousting eye dance scorched their insides and moistened their lips. her fiery pallid red dreads roaring. hands and thighs tightening, toes arching, hair erected out of longing and appetency, skin bubbling with imploding chilling bumps along the surface, and for the first time tongues tasting the sour mash where throats begin. she found her way to her eyes, by grabbing, biting, clawing, fondling, but she arrived. there in the storm of the pupil, the furthest crevasse she had ever known to exist, was her own reflection. she began to whisper into her ear, taking herself in, forcing herself to drive past comfort and raping the instinctual will of security.

“when I look at you,”
-a moment
“no speaking is left in me.”
“my tongue breaks.”
“and fire races under my skin.”

she drips with sweat, trembling, their bodies quiver in unison, the delirious catastrophe engulfs them both. their teeth sink, – lapping tongues -sweat, hair and slime, – the flavor of one another becomes a catalogue of taste: bitter cantaloupe, and salted honeysuckle cucumbers: she responds:

“that so fucking beautiful”

fingers advance within – hooking like talons – pinching out the secrets of life – dampening the palm’s valley in its relished engagement. – breasts fall victim to intruding hands – nipples flexing sharply – the woolly air suffocating. – the room tightens – the heat grips – the mind bleeds – the spirit trembles – where they meet becomes a heremakhonon:

the sudden off-beat rhythm of tear drops like kettle drums:

“please don’t tell him,” “I would never do anything to hurt you” “have you been tested?” “yeah,” “positive?” silence, “me too.” “when did you have it done?” “the test?” “no, the other” “I’d rather not talk about it.” silence, “did you tell…””no one knows, just you.” ”do you love him?”
“I don’t know.” “do you love me?” silence.

I convulse paler than grass, and feel my mind slip as I go close to death.

her still sparsely swollen stomach rests, cradled in her hands. with a universe now removed, only one heart pumps, each day with less force.

tableaux vivant

Eric  Tan

Chicago, United States

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Artist's Description

the queen is the first of two connected tableaux vivant pieces which both play on the sapho poem.

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