Peppermint oil on wet skin
Chalice smoke caught in nappy hair
Your voice echoing against linoleum tiles with a waterfall on your back
Ancestors still tangled up in your last name
Ancestors celebrated in your first name
A loving hand going in circles on a knotted back
Warm lips on the backs of necks
Two cold, cut up hands pressed together to take the edge off of the approaching winter.
An unrelenting cumbia
Souls dancing through bodies
Souls without bodies still dancing from the other side
Sweat running like hell from its pore shaped dungeons
Muscles and lungs working hard, calling out for air and blood
Faces smeared in dirt, fistfuls of grass, shivering teeth, sweaty pits,
Goose bumps, moist vaginas, pierced ears, licorice stained breath.
All the colors imaginable
Gold jewelry—products of supernovae
Presence in your body made of stardust and sex.
photos: Street Creatives/ Amanya Maloba