waiting on thunder love

by Rachel Lynch in

I wish you dreamed half as much as I do. I met you in the dead of winter. Your hands were as red as the skin on your lips. When you came into my studio from the pouring rain, it's like the Gods knew it was time to start things over again. And both of us, whether we knew it or not, were waiting on love. Silent motion. Late night, pour a little. I was bleached and you were dark as night. Sun-kissed skin for sun-kissed souls. You enjoyed watching life through the mirror of art, like myself. Playing around the edges and filling in the details as you wished. Leaving a blank space where there was nothing to fill. It was these little eccentricities that wrapped our souls together. We were running in life's youthfulness. I found a warm home in the cave of your chest, where the spirit runs through you. I hear it all in the center of my heart.

cape by Free people

bra by For Love & Lemons

photos by David Aronson