passion

Like a knot, we are a tangle of two bodies.
Skin to skin we spark something too powerful for words.
All I know is I feel you next to me, breathing breaths of passion.
With you, I feel like I might melt.
Your hand presses me closer then ever.
I hear our hearts beating together.
They talk with each other exchanging gentle thuds with one another.
Then you look at me and say nothing.
Sometimes I think when you don't say anything, I know it will only get better.

The closed glass case protects the artifacts of a powerful ancient civilization, Egypt. Though the artifacts are within the ancient Egyptian section of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, they are not recognizable for their placement within a small room among larger galleries. The room is filled with small and unimportant objects to the average eye: beads, small broken artwork from the Armana period, and pieces of linen, along with papyrus wreaths and shoes. As I stumble upon this room with my costume history sketchbook, my eyes are caught by the papyrus wreaths that remain intact, especially since they relate to the history of fashion in ancient Egypt. Before documenting these funeral wreaths with my camera, I quickly read the description that goes along with them. The wreaths and the belongings on the wall related to King Tutankhamen, one of the most famous pharaohs of ancient Egypt.

Bike
To the playground

Walk
To the middle

Lay
On the structure

Stick
Headphones in your ears

Pass
One to me

Press
In my ear

Listen
To the soundwaves

Dismiss
The beauty

Stop

Wonder
About the world

Think
About the sun

Contemplate
The rain

Remove
Music from aural orifice

Smile
To myself

Remember
The last two years

Growing

Maturing

Becoming
Who we are

Smirk
At life

Know

This is how it should be

The lights are dim.
The world is full of colors.
Dark greens and reds. Blues and greens.
I feel the music pumping through me.
Your arms are around me.
Nothing can interupt us.
Sweat.
We don't stop moving.
We are both sweaty and gross but who cares?
Not you. Not I.
Laughter.
You twirl me in circles.
The world still spins when I stop.
We keep laughing.