Lovers*

Listening to Christmas carols in the beginning of Autumn. Subconsciously excited about resting on the warmth of his body. My neck and head and ears and shoulders anticpate reuniting with the cusp of his armpit and the plane on his chest and the groove in his collar bone. There’s something so special about that part of his body – as if sculpted and moulded exclusively for me. I’m bumping Silent Night on a quiet October night...

*Lovers is the title of 15-year-old Olivia Bee's photographic essay.