“I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me. I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.” – Bukowski
There is something tender and electric about the way a lover looks at you, their gaze humming with the quiet warmth of intimacy. There is a rosy-cheeked rawness in the way you look at the one you love, like the whole world is a breathless secret shared only by the two of you. Love isn’t just flowers and fantasies and feverish declarations, it’s the in-between moments: coffee in the sleepy morning light and lazy sunset walks and knowing the landscape of someone’s face so well you could sketch it with your eyes closed. It’s seeing yourself reflected back in the golden glow of their gaze, all the secret hidden compartments of your mind and body illuminated like prisms sparkling in the sun.
It’s the strange and invigorating way that we all come alive when someone sees us for who we truly are, the good and the bad, the light and the dark, and loves us because of it, not in spite of it. It’s the way that, even after years, you sometimes you look at them and your heart beats so fast it’s like a hummingbird is trapped in your chest. This moody boudoir editorial from lovebirds and creative collaborators Brook Power and her husband Zac Taylor beautifully illustrates that sweet serenity of true intimacy, the way love changes the language of our minds, setting life’s most mundane moments ablaze in a gust of unfiltered desire.