This is how we spent the morning before our merging. Drawing objects and writing.

Photo on 12-23-13 at 8.31 AM #2Photo on 12-23-13 at 9.04 AM #5Photo on 12-23-13 at 9.15 AMPhoto on 12-23-13 at 8.54 AM

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.

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