It was not my intention
To let you pay for all the dark fruit wine
~ Yet here we are ~
Drunk on summers midnight
Circular breathing tales of
At the rise of the moon
Words become object like
That summer my skin turned from cool to warm. The hand placed on my lower back retreated to wipe sweat from its palm. The mood was sleepy well into the day. We ate peaches by the sea. You cut your finger at work. It bled through all the bedding. I kissed your eyelids. The sun never went down.
Waiting on the Warmth is a series created in Copenhagen, Samsø, Aarhus, Reykjavik, and Seyðisfjörður, in July of 2018. Titled after a song by MorMor, Waiting on the Warmth is a series that holds in anticipation the hot flame of joy that connection brings. Returning to a place and relationships that hold so much personal significance, this was a time for sinking into friendship and watching the sun dance across the sea. For this reason and for these people, I’ll be waiting on the warmth each time it comes.