the pristine summer sun is shining through the canopy
of branches in the tall oak trees along the river as a cool breeze washes through the forest. between two strong trunks and only feet from the river, perched atop a small rocky outcrop
i have strung a hammock made of nylon
Kellie is there
lounging in the blue nylon cocoon with me
Her long blonde hair
washed across her angelic face with the wind and Her smile shines brighter than the midday sun
Her hazel green eyes
speak what words cannot as our bodies press close and we whisper love songs to each other. we have been together for two years but it feels as if i have known her for lifetimes.
as if our souls have met
time and time again in an endless celestial dance of ebb and flow
to say that we are wildly in love is an understatement
we are utterly dependent on one another. two lost souls bound together in complete surrender to love. She reaches into her bra and pulls out a perfectly pearled joint
i catch myself imagining her naked breasts
and the way they feel pressed against my chest. a smile crosses my face. i am proud of her ability to roll such perfect joints. a skill i had taught her quite early in our courtship.
She lights the joint and inhales deeply
She always had a way of making the act of smoking
appear so sensual
the way She wraps her lips
and even the way She inhales exudes sensuality and i start to become intrigued. She leans towards me and i know what She intends
She blows the smoke into my mouth through pressed lips
She tastes of caramel and honey sweet cannabis as i inhale Her breath into my chest. the warm glow of the cannabis meshes well with the dark rum and creates a synergy i have come to enjoy
the feeling of security is undeniable
the pain of the past is suddenly gone. in this moment nothing else matters and we are happy
if only for an instant
it seems that nothing is truly ever more than an instant.
i must have fallen into a light sleep
as i awake to a familiar feeling against my thigh. my phone is vibrating, indicating a new text message
i lean over to retrieve it from my pocket,
trying to not wake Kellie as i do.
'are you trying to get down?'
the message reads. It is from Derric, a friend i had met while tripping on acid. also a fellow lost soul.
i know what he means
and i jump at any invitation to get higher, if only for an instant
on what? i reply
a great curiosity envelops me
for Derric has the wonderful propensity of always desiring something new and different. In the time I have known him we had dabbled in obscene amounts of acid,
which inevitably led to ridiculous amounts of cheap
, multi-colored ecstasy pills
recently, it had been ketamine
and i had come to enjoy the dissociative very much. it seemed to make an instant last longer. i hoped it was ketamine. i waited for a response.
what i received instead was surprising,
yet i knew what it described
the shit that kills rock stars
at first I pretend to not know what he means by this
attempting to lie to myself
but I knew very well exactly what he was alluding to.
he meant heroin