There is something almost unbearable about witnessing another person’s longing. The sensuality that goes along with opening one’s being to sexual communion is so tenderly and painfully precious, so shy and wounded, otherworldly and tremendous- It is such a magical sharing that it can almost only unfold in the light of another’s longing. Where for a moment the one seeing and the one being seen is so far from our every day selves that it sheds the burden of being judged on those terms.
Here is some voice and movement, the kind of love letter that is so easy to scoff at from the outside and so all-consuming from within. Check out the video HERE.