Thu, 19 May 2005

Candy Opiate Jesus Dream
I was at the rest stop, but I was not working there, although I did have a key. It was late, or early, the sun had not yet come up. The two Hispanic hookers, who are real people, were there, only they were Chilean and feverishly luscious. It was unbelievably hot for nighttime, even for midsummer. I was having a conversation with one of the women, and in the dream I was speaking what seemed to be fluent Spanish, of which I only know “no mas” from my prison days. She was telling me that she had been visited by angels formed of vibrant water, which took on all sorts of shapes. The angel had explained certain things to the woman, which she was attempting to explain to me. She wore a crucifix made of blue-purple wax, which contained narcotic pollens released into the air as the heat of her body caused the wax to melt. She told me to lean in between her breasts, where the crucifix was running into a slow trickle down the center of her ribcage. The scents held within her cleavage made me dizzy, and I nearly fell as she cupped the back of my head with her left hand, pulling me closer, whispering the angel-secrets to me as the colors began to blur and pulse. I began licking the wax from her skin as she laughed, softly, beginning to float away herself, her eyes rolling as I crossed her flesh with my lips, my mouth. The tips of her fingers crawled into my hair, drawing signs and hexes across my scalp, at the point where skull met spine. I staggered forward, into her, and she met the wall with the base of her spine, moaning. The water-angels nest in spinal fluid, she told me. All reasons for everything. World-tree, neural highway, chakra-bowls of bone and nerve. I did not have the muscular control to pull up her dress. I was certain I was going to die, and I did not mind. Stairway to heaven. Sweat spilled across each place our bodies met. The liquefied wax was smeared across her chest, across my face, soaked into my tongue. I could not stop breathing the pollen. Containers for celestial fluids, she said to me. Pulse and throb. I had lost all control over my body, and I could feel myself falling, and I could not stop. I dunno. I guess it’s a spring thing.
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