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We strung tiny pink shells and tiny bronze bells from our nipples. The men wore headdresses, towering, tawny things, in blacks, oranges, and deep reds.
We danced, and everywhere the bells playing about our breasts like musicians. Eating mangoes soaked in milk with vanilla beans and cream of wheat. After dark, the dancers called upon the Goddesses of fire, sassy creatures with kohl-lined eyelids, to come and dance. Spinning lunar fireballs the size of fists, made of kerosene and kevlar at the ends of chains that the the women swung to create mandalas upon the sky. This sparked the interest of the Poi gods.
We danced, and everywhere the bells playing about our breasts like musicians. Eating mangoes soaked in milk with vanilla beans and cream of wheat. After dark, the dancers called upon the Goddesses of fire, sassy creatures with kohl-lined eyelids, to come and dance. Spinning lunar fireballs the size of fists, made of kerosene and kevlar at the ends of chains that the the women swung to create mandalas upon the sky. This sparked the interest of the Poi gods.