All of these little brief moments that travel around with me will be glued into my memory like bloodstains on a white cloth. You are my beautiful piece of controversy, the way I cannot seem to let go of the sight of the striking structure of your jaw, but in particular that of your white dress. It danced loosely across your legs, just about covering your knees but revealing your strong shoulders, whom would meet your dark red hair everytime you’d throw your head back in laughter. The green triangle sowed into the fabric above the chest entertained my imagination, it was giving me ideas of shapes, of colours, of movements, all of this while we were circling around each other, locking eye contact, feet lifting at their balls in turning motions. Your voice added a sharpness to the room’s acoustics nearly in the way juice dripping from a squeezed lemon do to a body of water.

There was an elegance in how you swayed your shoulders, a playful dance of salsa that nevertheless hinted at a wilderness wishing to be unleashed. Accept the controversial role you play in my life, one of no meaning but bursting with temperament; it seemed you offered a sensuality I have rarely seen from my masculine peers in the course of my spent history – cheekily you’ve evaporated, leaving me wishing for more. We exchanged names but we can be certain to hold no memory of it, only that of the sparkle we were giving each others’ eyes, similar in colour, identical in determination. As we finally shook each others’ sweat-strickened hands, we nodded in a mutual agreement, in the accepted knowledge we shall probably never meet again, as if signing a contract to be kept as a refreshing dose of inspiration forever residing in my vivid and visual catalogue of memories.

I give my kindest gratitude

Photography by Jenn von Montigny