Everything's Going Somewhere

I had my back against the jagged cliffs and was working on burying my feet deeper into the ground. Even way back away from the water if you get deep enough you can manage to find some of the moist, cool sand.  It's always a bit of a surprise how cold the sand actually gets down there after some hours have passed between the beating of the sun.  I just kept digging them in deeper with no particular goal except to lodge them in.  I just wanted the damn things covered, that's for sure, but the whole thing just felt great.  The digging, the cool, the progress.  

I must have been doing that for a number of minutes before I remembered I was there with the ladies from the bar, or had come with them anyhow.  I had gotten the feet nearly submerged by all wet sand when I saw the girls undress.  They had been sitting down by the lip of the waves end, letting the water creep up to their toes.  I think we had a fight, me and them, or something awkward must have happened that made me stay back.  Couldn't remember what it was, when I forgot, or why I remembered then.

They must have looked back now and then to see me with my head down digging into the earth with my feet like a little boy.  They were rearing to get fucked, that's why we left the bar.  We didn't talk about it, but that's what they wanted and that's what I wanted too.  It smelled like throw up.  

They were delicate women. Gems. Beautiful and gentle, a rare breed these days; anyway maybe. Maybe time will tell.  It would if it could.  Even the gentle ones got some spike on them, but not these.  No definitely no spikes waiting for a nice guy in these ladies.  No.  They must have talked amongst themselves about their dip, or possibly they shared a mind, (expression of the gentle?) because they got up together, in perfect sync, and started with their shirts.  Were these girls twins?

My lids were drooping over my eyes more than I'd have liked at the time, considering the naked up by the water, and I didn't seem to have much control over how they, the lids, went about their business.  Their shirts came off and with a jump in time, revealed gently by the lifting of the lids' blackness, they were just as god made them, wet, naked and wild, stumbling and zig zagging, still in perfect sync some how as they darted into the black sea.

And as they did, the rocks behind me started to shift, scraping my back and tearing my shirt and before I could brace myself, the sand beside me came up and smacked me in the face.  The damn thing shifted on me without warning, and the whole scene played out as normal, on its side, as if nothing had happened.  The show must go on, I thought.  I continued watching the wild ones dig deeper into the blackness until I was distracted by the night breeze on my feet and the sting of prideful bitterness that they had come up out of the earth like they didn't care about all the work they'd put in.  The pride notified me before anything that I was no longer sitting upright. My left eye and everything to the left of the middle of my nose, was in the sand, and I was now calculating the events with the aid of just my right eye.  Things do happen for a reason, that's for sure, and it came clear then that the dip and face smash was a result of the two eyes competing for the same mental real-estate.  The whole thing went double some time back, and as nature would have it, equilibrium must be met, and sure enough the world came up and shut my left eye.

Going one-eye gave me a chance to see the scene as it was.  I saw one of the girls out there waving her arms around.  I didn't see the other just then and realized they must have gotten dislodged from their synchronicity.  But as I continued to scan for the other with no luck, I knew there was trouble.  I brought myself onto my stomach and pushed myself onto my knees.  I was fucked, but I was used to it, being this kind of fucked, and I managed to get myself up.  I got to my feet and headed to the water at once.  There was no time to waste.  But with each step I found myself walking away from the water.  The goddamn ocean was moving!  How was I supposed to get to it when it refused to stay put?  I steadied myself and spotted the girls out there.  Both of them.  But it still seemed like they were in trouble.  I tried to steady the vision by shutting the left eye, but there was something rough wedging the damn thing open, and when I brought my hand up to clear my eye, I found that sand was covering the entire left side of my face, including the corners of my eye, which I knew must have happened at some point between leaving the bar and right then.

I cleared it out and kept the damn thing shut to keep a focus.  I ran in but got jammed up immediately by a massive wave, knocking me on my back.  This is no place for humans at night.  What were these girls doing out here!  I got it back together, stood up and tried to spot the girls.  I jammed my eye shut and spotted one of the girls about twenty yards deep.  She was on her stomach.  Or maybe it was her back.  But the other girl was no where in sight and I knew I didn't have much time.

My shirt was weighing me down and I could hardly kick with my pants on, but I knew I didn't have much time. I dove into the wave and continued forward.  They must have been ten feet high and I couldn't tell if I was getting anywhere.  With each stroke it felt like I was going backwards or just nowhere.  I was having trouble moving, and the clothes were getting me tired.  I decided to take off my shirt, but as I tried to get my arm out of the thing it got stuck in a hole, which must have ripped into the thing sometime between the bar and right then. The girls had the right idea getting naked.  Things happen for a reason.  Things find their way back to equilibrium, that's for sure.  I couldn't stay afloat, and none of it really seemed consequential at the time.  We were all just having fun out there.  Me and the girls, we were all just floating around in the sea having fun, and I knew it must have been a dream.  Before I knew it the water was rising like some insane act of god, like he just gave up on the whole matter.  And then it came up over my head, the water did, and the surface and the moon and the floating body of the gentle beauty rose up, leaving me where the surface had been and it all made it's way to the sky without me.