A White Liquid Ocean
Word Count: 1,090
I came like an ocean, like a volcano, like a boiling hot geyser, spraying heedlessly, nihilistically, destroying every living thing around me. I came with the fury of 16,777,216 wild mustangs at full gait through a dry river bed on the late summer plains. Oh, it felt so good--so good I lost myself in it, falling into the sky and making a perfect ripple effect as I skipped leisurely across reality. Into the abyss I fell, enraptured in the soft blankets of motherly love. I came, and the smells were living entities, they bloomed visually in front of me, soft rose petals sprouting and curling, each one emitting a beautiful chirp as it faded into invisible. I came and I felt alive.
When I came, it was to the outer smoking area of the bar to meet my friends. I got out of my car, and came from around the nearest corner, and I annihilated like a supernova into their lives. My arrival was like a bomb going off. Glad you could come! They all shouted. High fives explored the alien atmosphere like so much party time. I saw Jonathan and I fell off a cliff to hug him, the smell of Blue Moon permeating our embrace. We talked about original Nintendo games as if they were entertainment fit only for royalty. I shook hands with Jason, his mischievous smile making me immediately feel at ease. I lifted Megan high off the groundentwining her in my vines that stretched off and into the horizon. She looked cute, as usual, and it almost overtook my better judgement.
I came and then I left, off into the frothy smoke-filled cave with all of my friends in tow. The smoke was so thick I could not see anyone; it almost seemed to muffle sound. The perfect environment for my scar. The smoked appeared to becoming from some direction, and I followed its every inclination. A harsh light pierced the fog, and as I grew closer, finally, a raging green inferno before me. From behind the bar, a fireman looked as if he mightve completely given up on putting it out, and in the process given up everything. So he sat next to it in the bar, fanning its flames.
My scar pulsated and breathed in the cover of smoke. Unafraid of being seen, I opened a few buttons on my shirt, my chest hair creeping beyond the fabric and into space. The scar glowed red-unseen under my outfit.
Talking to Megan, I noticed another color light in my periphery. This one soft, blue, and cool, beckoning further investigation. I unconsciously moved toward it, and beneath my clothing that red thing heaved and grew. Megan became the afterremnants of an idea as the smoke behind me obscured her being. I left her, toward that blue thing, and with her I left even more pieces of my logical mind, and tuned in to the parts where sex feels fucking fantastic.
I canoe into that blue light spectrum, and the waters are glass. Andromeda. Her skin felt like cream, smooth and fun to lose my limbs into. I am touching her, and she is not retracting, and we are hidden in the smoke, divorced from conversation around us. And my wound seems it wants to burst from my attire, giving away any and all secrets in the process. I can smell her top notes above the smog, and its making my mind fall deep into a pit in the back of my skull. I let her essence envelop me. I close my eyes and it writhes violently beneath the surface.
I open them now, finally seeing the source of the blue springher face. Her eyes, her mouth, her fucking lips. They wash away most of the smoke, and illuminate our little encapsulated bubble. My surroundings flicker on and off in the movement of blue firelight. There is little to hide here, and I again become cautious, buttoning my shirt back up like old, paranoid neighbors might put down their nightshades before dusk. I cant be seen naked.
Smoke-lite followed us home, hovering above buildings and wrapping around street lights in our wake, shrouding us from all other existence. I pull Andromeda into an alley, look at her smiling face, and kiss it with everything I have. A shirt button flies off. I pull back, almost in agony, and we see each other again, this time in a different way. The world everywhere is fading into black and white, and Im putting more of my faith into her wordless gaze. Its starting to become a lot more clear.
We get back to my place and I put on some music, a very brief lapse back into my logical mind as I fiddle with Itunes. Now its time to get back to the business of those lashes, those cheeks, and again, those lips. I find myself changed in the reflection of her eyes; there is someone I havent seen for awhile looking back at me. In her eyes a king is staring back. The smoke clears, the scar itself goes still at this revelation, and she notices the subtle change. Another button pops offthis one nearing my hips.
We kiss again, this time with more urgency, this time with only the memory of smoke, this time wanting so desperately to be part of something bigger, even if our concepts about what exactly that is are vague and yet undeveloped. We need to visit the source of everything, losing ourselves, defragmenting and erasing our own backup data accrued over the years. To lose ourselves while distinctly together, experiencing this death as one entity.
And finally, after much prodding, poking, teasingthe remainder of my buttons all at once were ejected, and my clothing slid to the floor. It was now free to the open air, and it glowed a menacing, pulsating red. Andromeda at first stared, studying without bias. She touched it, trying to understand its color, trying to rectify its aggressive qualities in her mind. Slowly she embraced it, marveling over its fundamental difference from her own light. Her blue, my red, and an appreciable amount of green from the bar blended together, creating an intense burst of white light that was, for the time being, everlasting. Together we rode with it as one, fluctuating with that whiteness, undulating at its whim. We fell into our white nothing, her hand in mine, the place where past transgressions go to die. And then, I came.
