"Her eyes and words are so icy. Oh but she burns, like rum on the fire. Hot and fast and angry as she can be, I walk my days on wire.
Her fight and fury is firey, but she loves like sleep to the freezing. Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed in the tide of her breathing.
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine. Open hand or closed fist would be fine. The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine."
dress by Jac Vanek
hat by Kerol D
photos by Jessica Castro