Martin and Pernille, Copenhagen
I meet Martin and Pernille in their room in Copenhagen.
The walls are warm,
and their bodies are quiet.
Quiet - but not empty.
There’s trust in the silence.
They each have their body,
but they move with the same rhythm,
resting in each other.
Their skin speaks -
without demand.
Here, love is not a smile.
It’s weight. Closeness.
Necessity.
- Jacob Aue Sobol