I see her running towards me.
The ocean rolls furiously behind her, unleashing a discordant symphony of gluttonous howls. The sand, deeply sullied by the jealous waters, provides a gossamer mirage of the fiery sky above. The wind, desperate to display its omnipotence, glazes over everything in sight. I feel it on my face and see it in her hair. The heat of the sun behind me gently caresses the length of my back, like a mournful parting embrace.
Her body jolts with each desperate stride across the polluted mirror laden around our feet. Hair wildly dances around her face, each strand flashing a different hue of emotion. Arcs of water and sand jump wickedly behind her heels, vaguely tracing an avant-garde rendition of her journey. Hey eyes catch the reflection of the sun, and even from this distance I can feel those icy blue basins peel away the arid layers of my soul. Her skin shines incandescently against the inferno raging in the distance, its soft texture not masking stoic strength that carries her across the beach. Every aspect of her being fulfills some ancient prophetic rendering of an other-worldly goddess.
My heart churns violently in my chest, threatening to burst through my ribs and catapult itself into oblivion. Cascading waves of varying emotion plow through my brain, cleaving my mind in twain. I feel intense heat rise up from deep within my body, as if I were beginning to melt away in her mere presence. The fires of some deeper desire lap at the corners of my psyche, searing myself in some desperate attempt at flagellation. A distinct fear makes itself known, demanding absolution from this place and freedom from the entrancing gaze boring into my soul. My thoughts tremble in frenetic cacophony as I attempt to recollect what actions have landed me here. My skull involuntary shakes away the idea, as if I subconsciously know that it doesn't matter. All that matters are here and now. Every sensation overloads my mind, pushing me further into a near religious ecstasy.
She is closer now.
Her cheeks pull back, molding her face into a sculpture of bliss. With her head tilting back, she loosens her mouth and sends forth a silent laugh into the sky above. I can't hear a thing through the wind, but somehow the angelic chorus of her laughter still reaches my ears. I close my eyes briefly to revel in the sweet song that drifts coolly between my ears. In my microcosmic meditation, I find serene emptiness. Filled by the experience around me, I reel under the weight of this moment. It soaks my soul and gives chroma to my essence. Heat consumes me as I feel her draw near. I tighten my eyes in blind anticipation, not knowing what comes next.
In an instant, she collides with me.
The impact is not coarse or jarring, but rather saccharine and slow. Our bodies dissolve, and like wet paints running together, we melt into each other. Flashes of color explode in my distorting vision, in vast arrays of which I had never known possible. Hues without names bleed into my eyes, blessing me with sights of vistas no living thing would ever be able to describe. Her essence fuses with my own, setting each of my senses ablaze with such incongruent diversity that I feel pure insanity grasp my now superfluous brain. Simple sounds blend together into symphonies that would make even the wisest composer weep with envy. The feeling of the sand between my toes sinks beneath a distinct unity with every particle around me. My self dissolves through her, the weight of my struggles relinquished by her fire.
We collapse to the ground, pushing rainbow-laden waves of water up out of the sand. Not a word is spoken. There are no words to be said. Our minds dance in perfect symmetry as our coils sink into the earth beneath us. Darkness washes over us, but it is not cold or oppressing. Are we dying? Perhaps. It matters little to me, the bliss of my glimpse into heaven is enough to carry me on angels' wings through any cruel machination of reality. Cold, careless chaos means so little in the face of the moments we share with one another.
