LOVE* is pressing my chest to the ground.

Arms shaking. Body aching.

To record LOVE, I create a queer black leather harness.

I attach a softbrick to it—fixed to my chest.

Binding my heartspace.

A tender architecture of submission.

The softbrick is chalky and porous, sucking my hands dry.

I roll ink across the softbrick and lower myself to the earth.

The weight of the softbrick helps pulls me downward,

meeting the ground in a black kiss.

A void—holding the full spectrum of light,

a spectrum of my loving potential, offered outward.

Downward.

I kiss the earth with my soft-bricked heart space again and again.

I slither slowly across the ground, dragging my body backward,

careful not to disturb the drying kisses left before.

I repeat LOVE until exhaustion empties me—

until I feel I have no more love left to offer the ground.

LOVE. 2025. Ink, softbrick. Performance. Video: performed by Armin Kianfar.

*invocation instructions: LOVE is to be shouted.