the sun's art

i pointed at a freckle
an inch away from his left nipple
"this is new." 
"don't worry, it wasn't intentional.
it doesn't change anything."
"it's art. the sun's art. and yeah
it probably doesn't change anything."
but still, i moved my head to cover it
with my ear. 
i could hear his throbbing heart
underneath the sun's meaningless art.
it rises and it falls
and he let that change everything. 
it rises and it sets
and it doesn't change anything.