“My desire for him is like an earthquake.”
Lily feels the pull, this earthy impulse, to roll in the moss of his eyes, soft and green, naughty and raw. Standing in this muddy cavern, leaning against twisted roots that line the wall, she wants to writhe against him and bring down the dirt, make rocks crumble and shake.
I want you. I want you.
“I want you is all I think and feel when he looks at me.” Lily turns to Janis, who has lowered her rose-tinted specs to peer at the boy Lily can’t stop moaning about.
Janis squints, “I’d put him at about a 7.2 on the Richter scale. He’s do-able.”
“I want him to fuck my brains out.” Lily sighs.
Janis cackles and waves for the attention of the bartender.
Everything has been leading me to you.
“Go talk to him,” says Janis.
“What would I say? There are no words.”
“Don’t you go and turn your sweet back on love.” Janis orders a honeysuckle-whistle-pop-shot. “Suck this down and get it while you can, Sugar.”
Lily drinks the sweet fizz without taking her eyes from the boy. Spicy fire hits the back of her throat and she feels courage rise. Janis asks for another round, but Lily is already floating across the dance floor. Beyond her control, she is moving closer and closer, without a clue of what she will say when she gets there. The giddiness of connecting with him in this unlikely space pulses through her arms and legs, her hands are cold and her fingers start to shake.
Now she is infront of him, and still he does not speak. Neither of them say a word. His eyes are wide and focused on her, and she falls.
In his stare she remembers the wolves of her home. He shows her the white bear of the rainforest, the pink salmon splashing against the waves, the icy pacific crashing against a fern-covered floor. Around him she sees a rainbow mist, like the spray of river falling over cliff and rock. It’s like the book from her English class, as though he is projecting images into her, his thought forms, taking shape in a sensory overload, inside her mind.
He is silent but his eyes show me my mother’s tree.
He is a part of the island as much as he is a part of me.
I can feel the gritty ocean salt in the glisten of his smile.
Lily feels her lips move and she hears her voice. “I want you.”
Benjamin wraps her in a cashmere soft embrace. He smells like spices and pine; sunrise dew and bonfire smoke clings to him like an all night beach party; salty hair, sandy skin, charred chocolate s’more, burnt to the core, grinding on a damp forest floor.
I want you I want you I want you.
As they kiss their tongues melt like chocolate-mallow perfection. Their bodies breathe heavy.
I want I want I want.
Wild love in the underground.