I saw her slowly getting out of the ocean, rays of sunshine melting onto her chocolate skin, drops of water touching the hot white sand.
– It’s like wet happiness waking me up to life, she started shouting, her dimples harmonizing her features, her eyes invading mines with joy.
– Ain’t I a lil bit pretentious, love? she said, kneeling on the bright towel, salty lips brushing tenderly against mine. I’ve cupped her face with my hands removing a few of dark hair strands from her forehead, as she tickled my chin with her eyelashes.
– I dig pretentious, I chuckled and she looked away, closing her eyes, breathing deeply, smiling.
– Like you had a choice, she mumbled biting my ear. Now let’s go grab something to make my belly happy, she’s been lonely there lately.
As if I was hungry, being with her, tasting her, feeding my thoughts and soul from her presence, nothing else mattered, not even starving biologically. Know the feeling? Being too full with happiness, that you’re scared even to move thinking you could disturb the Universe . The linguistics too shallow for the ineffable love one can have for another being… just you know, how she got scared whenever a so called huge wave came her way, her eyes widening, mouthing “rolling in the deeep” and then jumping towards it, the way she squinted her eyes when she had no sunglasses on, trying to elucidate the mysteries of the horizon, how she licked her index finger while she turned another page of Lolita. And that ankle bracelet looked so cute wrapped around her little feet.
If Aphrodite and Ishtar were real goddesses, man, there will be a new Iliad, hybrys upon her, Greek and Akkadian ancient gods uniting because, you see, my love, was an imminent, infallible light to ones life. That was her hamartia, and she didn’t even know.
I grabbed her gently from the waist, putting her on my lap, and I whispered:
– I need you fueled with food, kiddo. Let’s go.
She brushed her fingers through my hair and pulled me next to her face
– Me? You haven’t eaten anything all morning!
– But your mystery feeds me, it’s like I’m always floating. The psychotic drowns in the same waters the mystic swims with delight.
Because I only craved her for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and I will my whole entire life. She pushed me playfully on the sand, her bronze cheeks highlighted with a pale rozè.
– Wilde would be envious with your choice of words, mister charming, she laughed.
And right there, under the fairy-like violet sky with its pink and yellow shades, listening the waves washing the shore, evanescing into the wet sand with all of my worries. Right there, with her smell of warm vanilla and salt water imprinted in my nostrils, I knew she was inked on my heart, and to remove her, suffering was inevitable.