Renato Soares plays with himself

Renato Soares stands in the woods, his dark hair catching the dappled light as he leans against a weathered green lattice door, muscles taut beneath his tan skin. His hands grip the doorframe, then shift to hips, then stretch out across the grass where he lies, foliage brushing his back as he poses with deliberate control. Every movement is measured, arms raised, body low, before he finally settles, kneeling in the sunlight to work himself with slow, deliberate precision.