HERE.
It doesn’t have to be a place.
Home holds us
where my eyes hold the face
of you,
and yours, mine,

where light and color and space
wrap us in a fleeting forever. 

Ever changing in color
but still and familiar
in its warmth
like the honeyed sun
that tucks these hours
into a sweet supple light
where time does not scatter
but simply blankets us
as we fold our bodies into a bed of one 
and lay our hearts
here on the soft pillows of memory.

It doesn’t have to be one day.
Our vows speak our love over and over
where my mouth speaks the name
of you,
and yours, mine,
without words but scarlet sparks
that crackle on our tongue
where the fire burns the golden hours
low and slow
here over the horizon
as it kisses the shore,
speaking its name in a vow
to always return

here.

Here, can be where your love lives on

Here, is where I capture your story. 

Midwest Photographer that lives for love