My blood, my skin for something I haven’t yet known—take me away and whisper songs in my ear that will haunt the walls of my sacred dreams.
I’ve entered what I’ve seen before but only on the backs of my eyelids.
Clean me relic, listen to my pains and aches and wash the folds of my brain, wring me out with dance and we’ll touch what follows. There exists the basin of connection and in it, you and I are playing as perfect mirrors. Perhaps I don’t understand what about this softness strikes me at times, releases a demon scratching at my ribs, yet all that’s in front of me is the flawless points of your enticing exterior.
A glimmer of light reflects from you, catches and caresses me at once, slow, then suddenly engulfing me completely. My soul opened by this piercing embrace and I am reminded of a whisper that tells me to return to flesh, warmth deep in my chest offered as solace for this delicate command.
This body of mine has become our shared shell, and I am grateful for this homecoming as it has irrevocably freed me.
Creative Direction, Photos, Words, and Production Design by Cameron Emory
Photo Assist by Alex Mendizabal, Sam Prater, and Juliet Weinhold
Production Assist by Evin Holley
Video by Sam Prater
Styling and Hair by Juliet Weinhold
Makeup by Ari Young Sang
Talent by Bethany Rooklidge