They say that in New York City everything is lived in public. Fights, seduction, friendship and frailty. It's all on display. I suppose there's just too little space inside those overpriced apartments and condos to contain all that happens in life.
I spotted this cozy twosome in Washington Park exhibiting an intimacy that seemed anything but public. The pair hung onto each other, rested into each other, comforted and trusted each other. Not a thing to rush off to, nothing to do other than lean into the deliciousness of being together.
I love the way the man's long thin legs are outstretched in a V of solid welcome, matter of fact and not about to move anywhere. The clasp of his arms around her waist is equally at home.
The woman is looking out over his cradled head, but it seems a safe bet that whatever she spots out there isn't nearly as interesting or lovely as what she feels wrapped inside the embrace she's sharing with the man dressed all in black.
The busy, bustling world is just inches away and yet somehow miles apart from their sweet harbor.
September 11, 2012
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