Iridescence

The sleepy morning sun filters through the dusty lace curtains, flittering across my thigh. Gold and white, a magnificent display of lightning flashing across the smooth skin.

 

Iridescence

 

The heavy smoke twists through the warm air. The different scents clash, creating visible collisions within the thick cloud, swirling languidly down to my nose. Brown sandalwood, pink rose, red latin lover: the incense creates a cacophony of color as I cough away the oily air that greases my once clear lungs.

 

Iridescence

 

I feel the moon on my face, the bug spray residue on my blue skin. I feel my friends’ laughter pulsing through the air and the potential of the future charging the night. I feel the cool, dewy grass under our feet, the music pounding as we dance in circles, thinking of the youthful demons that respond to the call of our moving bodies. I feel change, the super moon spinning our bright world round and round as the wheel beneath our backs revolves ever faster. I feel the Earth move, the fear of what is to come. I feel the summer night slowly fade in and and brighten out, just as this chapter over our life comes to an end.

 

Iridescence

 

I hear the world. Cars humming, children screaming, crickets chirping. Adolescents wallowing, the sick screeching, the birds chirping, the water falling, the grass growing, the cat purring, the soft settling of legs drawn against satin sheets, trees groaning, pepper sprinkling, tissue paper rustling, chili boiling, balloons bursting, pens scratching. I hear babies crying and lovers sighing. I hear bright peels and dark hisses. Horses and phones and the crunch of dead leaves. Life coming and going and doing. The symphony of life silent to those who live, yet so loud to those already dead, moving between realities faster than light.

 

Iridescence

 

Water, mineral and clear. Sweets dissolving faintly. Sours cutting and slicing. Savory caressing my tongue with salty fingers. Life warm and addicting, you delicious morsel adorning my battered tongue, causing me to salivate, a loving liquid embracing these pleasurable things. This tantalizing hodge-podge of bursting flavor creating edible ecstasy amongst the pages and the spoons.


Iridescence

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