something about

heat

a hot climate

makes my soul

& my body

feel more connected

more whole

free

 

less clothes

feeling my skin

on more skin

on my surroundings

being touched by the sun

the sky

the wind

soaking it into my pores

 

the sun turns into makeup

a natural glow

i know my hair is wild

but it feels comfortable

& sweat is often no burden

because it’s a reminder of this vessel

functioning

being cleansed

 

i tried to explain this once

to my photography class in florence

but i was met with quizzical eyes

& complexed looks

because this connection

almost like love

wasn’t something i could find the right words for

& maybe never will

 

i read in a class

about native people feeling their ancestors guiding them

in their blood & bones & memories

& that’s my only explanation

that my florida birth place

is pulling me to the sea

& my mexican ancestors

to their home