DESERT DREAM

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A Surreal Trip Across the Desert.

Submitted: May 16, 2008

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I have been driving across the desert all day. Time has trickled to a standstill along the shimmering ribbon of road. Far ahead, a mirage vanishes, leaving the fading imprint of its memory.

I stop the car, turn off the engine and crunch over to the mesa that I have skirted for these last few miles. I notice a small hole in the rock face near the ground. As I struggle through, the hole tightens around me, like it doesn't want to let me go.

Once I reach the other side, I look back but the hole has disappeared and a sinking feeling tightens around my soul. The valley walls seem to close in, leaving a narrow chink of azure sky. An eerie silence starts to descend, broken only by the sough of wind and the crack of distant rockfall.

My desperation grows, until I find the lost hole, and pop out on the other side. I brush off the dust, crunch back to the car and drive off. When I look back, the hole has closed like a mouth, leaving nothing except for the rock face. If I were to say to somebody 'here it is' they would take me for a madman.

To banish the thought, I lower the window, perch on the door-ledge and let the wind cool my face. She cuts the steering wheel, to unseat me, then turns up the corners of her mouth to laugh. Now she cuts the wheel harder, and laughs again, until I give her 'the look'.

We drive deeper into the desert. The clouds drop inky shadows on the desert flats, and the hills seem to come alive.

All of a sudden, like a mirage, a restaurant appears just ahead. The meal is served and we drink cold beer and eat food that tastes like juniper smoke. Before long, the cliffs are on fire with sunset. As we turn a corner, a hotel rises from the ground like some apparition. The place is wild and rustic, and a crooked roadsign creaks outside, in the last of the night breeze. When we arrive, the key grates in the lock, crushing the grains of sand.

Once we're in the room, I tell her 'strip'. She stands near the window and her skin glows white in the moonlight. We make love while schools of metal fish swim across the walls.

Afterward, we go out back and climb the hill. The stars become a sea of silver and the whole world disappears, until nothing exists except the kiss that we're having.


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