This is how we spent the morning before our merging. Drawing objects and writing.
Struck. Stranded. Arranged. How does one describe a marriage. It is a merging of minds, of bodies, of body parts that gnaw at each other. Of thoughts that seek to agree but seldom do, of hair strands that interweave. Marriage is a merging of hands, fingers overlap and intertwine, abdomen over another’s abdomen, your thighs over my thighs, purity over lust, sanity finding meaning in this ceremonial day.