Red smoke spat from the smoke machines below my booth and I watched tendril fingers reach out into the crowd and caress dancers to the rhythm of the music. Each finger of smoke an extension of my consciousness as I shuddered in pleasure and the acid worked its way through this time-lapse. Everything halted in a perfect moment of stillness, empty of intention, timeless. My perception looped in endless beats of swelling light then the music washed into my mind like gentle waves over sand at the tide-line.
I stared at the water washing up towards my toes. Fingers of white foam-speckled sea formed an endless pattern along the line of the tide. Like a soundwave repeating a beat, wiped away in the wash, only to thrum back into the canvas of sand, changed but endless in its cycle.
“Here baby, drink this.”
Isabella handed me a coconut, top sliced off. I stared at it. It felt like my head was that coconut, the thoughts sliding out of me, sucked up into the sky in a vacuum, emptying me out. I put the coconut to my lips and drank. It tasted like sunlight on palm leaves, my body ached for the vitamins in this vessel of nectar.
"Better?" Isabella eyed me from over her sunglasses. "We gotta go hunny, the sun is almost down."
“Ok, let's get gone then.”
I stood and felt an energy building inside me, like the sky was pulling me up from the string of my spine. Lifting me like the puppeteer, a concertina of muscles all lithe motion of movement as we set off down the beach. The sun cast a smear of blood across the silver pulsing sand. A lone hermit crab serenaded the sea.
Fly me to the moon, fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars
Weather wise it's such a lovely day Just say the words, and we'll beat the birds Down to Acapulco bay
The Hermit’s song echoed across the cosmos as the tide gathered silver and ate up the beach, slinking towards the Sinatra crab.
Down to Acapulco bay
“I think I’m still tripping.”
My words slurred outwards to merge with the music and I felt a liquid shiver of pleasure down my back. I looked at Isabella, her hand resting tenderly on my neck.
“So you do remember.”
To be continued...
