Waves Crash Blue Dreams

Simple wave upon simple wave came lapping on the beach shore. A luminescent blue trapped inside each one of them. It was basic beauty. Over and over again. Appreciation for the simple things in life brought about happy sighs from the couple.

Wrapped together tightly in a poncho bought in Mexico three months earlier, a dark haird man and a chubby cheeked woman sat as insignificant participants in the larger panoramic picture. Chin nuzzled neck, lips occasionally pecked, and eyelashes fluttered on earlobes.

“You know that’s krill.” stated the man.

“What’s krill?” asked the woman.

“The blue glow.” the man responded.

“Duh.” giggled the woman. “I’m asking what krill is.”

“Oh. Ha ha.” Smiled the man. “They’re kind of like plankton. A step higher. Basic building block of the food chain.”

“Why do they glow?” She asked.

“Because they have this body part that can emit light.” He said. “Some people say it’s to make it harder for predators to see them.”

“So glowing bright blue makes them harder to see?” She half smiled. “No wonder they’re at the bottom of the food chain.”

He smiled. Then let out a deep sigh. “Well, when you think about it, the world of the ocean is a lot different than ours. When those creatures lok upwards, all they can see is this shimering light from their equivalent of the sky. It’s either the sun or the refelctive moon. So if the krill were to glow, it would actually disguise them better.”

“I don’t get it.” Se cutely frowned. “Kiss me again!”

Her soft cheek felt the warm kiss of the man holding her. This was a man who made her feel bright. He wasn’t like the others. He wasn’t like her so-called boyfriend. The others made her feel different. Like an outcast. Like she was wrong. Like she didn’t belong. This man, however, understood her. And let her be. This man accepted her. And that was all she had ever wanted from people.

They kissed. Lines on lips matched. Perfect pressure. Faces no longer existed. It was one shared breathe. And it was in perfect harmony with the gentle rhythm of the waves within the still-dark morning.

“I…I…” she began. “Xavier…I want to tell you something.”

He closed his eyes. Took one long deep inhale. Waited. Then exhaled. He hugged her tight. Bottom lipped her earlobe.

“Mmmm…” She mmmed.

Her, to him, was proof. Proof that golden orbs existed. That magical voices and warm eyes were still inside humans. That people don’t turn to stone as they age. That people, with enough courage and enough will, are still able to hold on to the beautiful that hides in between everything normal. She personfied it. She was his proof.

“Xavier.” She whispered. “You’re my best friend.”

He opened his eyes. His breathing became shorter. He loosened his hold on her. His muscles tensed.

“I just wanted to let you know that. You have a special place in my heart.” She said. “You never judge me, even after al the fucked up things I’ve done. You’re always there for me when I need you. You make me laugh, you make me think. You are the best partner in crime anyone can hope to have. And I do, Xavier. I love you.”

She turned her head to his. Pursed her lips and closed her eyes. She leaned in close for their millionth kiss that morning. And she was lost again. She smiled.

His thoughts scrambled. The glowing blue waves, the human body heat, the soft sand, the ful moon, the fact they were many miles from home and on the edge of the earth, all of that romantic shit shattered one she said the words, ‘You’re my best friend.’ Because all he could think about was, Anna Lisa Kristina.

Her body slowly, with purpose, started rubbing his. She purred. She exposed her neck. Her fingers laced his, tighter, with every passing second. Just like before, she knew how to get what she wanted from him.

“Xavier…” she moaned.

“…yeah…” he whispered.

“I want to fuck you again.” And she turned her body, overpowering his lips with hers.

He thought to himself, ‘This is some fucked up shit. I’m one fucked up individual. What the fuck is the fucking matter with me? What the fuck is a matter with the both of us?’

Her hands deftly found their way into his pants.

He sighed. And tried his best to forget about, Anna Lisa Kristina.