We’re coiled. Snaked up and writhing, clutching, pushing, pulling, pressing what flesh we consider safe and getting close enough to breathe one another’s breath at the cliff-edge precipice of technical-fidelity, praying we slip, that the other slips first, fantasizing about jumping and the brief ecstasy of free fall.
Model: Rachelle Pimentel. Original Photographer: CDH Photos. Edited with Prisma.