Teenage couple on Hudson street New York, 1963. Photographed by Diane Arbus. (x)
It is the thought of your body,
so lovingly close to mine,
that gets me through.
I will always love the way you trace my pale imperfections,
and still somehow look at me in awe, as if this makes me a perfect being.
I will awake tomorrow, and I will love you. I feel that no matter what,
I will love you for all of my days.
I’d say we clean up alright for people that rarely get classy. Meow.
I’ve been trying to find the words to properly capture this image into language, but I don’t think there are any.
You’re unlike anything I’ve ever known.