Space Butterfly

I’m sinking under the sun, like a cataclysmic cloud that has too much water in it, and cannot disperse without more pressure aligned upon its chemistry driven weather. I long for the cool sting of the winter moon.

I find myself lifted in a vortex of extreme bright, swirling lights that feel like gusting clouds, the frozen tendrils of water striking my body like a ripple of the first hit of a fresh winter storm.

My human form transcends. I feel weightless and bouncy—-I want to vomit as I am dizzy and euphoric.

Into the flowery cocoon, I sink into a heavy layer of light that feels like a cotton candy coat and heavy warm water, a womb of no sound or sight. It has the aroma of fresh milk and cream, with a hint of warm lemon, and I feel so comfortable.

Squeaks rip through my proboscis, and I feel a forceful yet somewhat pleasant tearing, creaking, cracking down my spine, and I feel two sticky, soft wings attached to me.

Inside, I’m hiding and growing and melting and squeaking. I want to sing and crack out of the hard shell, I cannot get out.

Suddenly I feel myself growing bigger.

It is nice at first, but it becomes too much once the shell is open and it looks smaller and smaller as my padded feet crawl along what looks like a silver, gray, icy and almost blue terrain.

My feet feel so heavy and each step cracks the icy earth, but I cannot hear anything…. This must be a dream——

I must be dreaming, I think in a frantic and anxious shock, this can’t be real.

I see, far away, a blue and green circle and I instinctively know that is earth, and I’m…

I’m on the moon!

The friggin’ moon!!

Shit. How do I get back home!

And my… wings?

I have wings—- and from my peripheral I see a golden gleam bouncing off them from the reflection of the icy, rocky glacier near me, with blues and greens.

Green.

The perfect shade of green. More vivid than fresh grass, jade earrings, the rolling green Columbian mountains over a brilliant sunset.

Green. The perfect hue of my love’s eyes. Dan. My love, my life.

The hue I sink into, I dream of.

Like Alice, I grow so humongous that I feel like I’ll slip off the sides of the moon, and I feel the pitter-patter of my trembling heart go so fast, I can’t get my sights straight.

I feel like I will faint.

The shadows of the moon sinks around me, the shadows that felt so far away—now dip into my subconscious. I feel like I am drowning. I feel weightless and I’m sinking in the chaotic, dense, silent memory of space and time.

I open my mouth to scream.

Nothing comes out.

Nothing but a reverberated echo, a wave of energy.

Suddenly, I feel a very close warmth hit me. A familiar set of arms, wrapped around me.

I know who it is.

“Dan?” I squeak out.

“Yes, my heart, it’s me. Hurry up, we gotta go, it’s time to fly!” He says in a sulking whisper, his deep masculine tones dropping my heart beat to a calm, quiet soothing thud.

My wings flutter and gust up into the thick, sickly choking space atmosphere.

“You’re my space candy butterfly…” I hear a familiar echo flood with a memory, and I smile, my butterfly form melting away. My butterfly skin is all slimy and falls down, and I feel so achy and tired.

I grow larger still, and I think, “Damn! Where are my magical space cookies to make me small again?!”

Dan is looking up at me, small with wide eyes.

“The hell? How’d you get all the way up there?” Dan yells.

“Dan! I don’t know! I was a butterfly now I’m a giant man!” I yell back.

He chuckles. “Can’t make love now, can we? It’ll be difficult to get up a thousand feet in the air…”

I frown, then suddenly I feel a huge shake beneath my feet and I stumble to keep from falling, standing tilted in an awkward position, leaning against a mountain near a icy river. A chunk of the rock breaks and tumbles in a slow way near the ice.

Everything is shaking.

“Sorry I’m a klutz!”

Dan shakes his head, laughing, “Yeah, Arturo, but you’re my klut-”

I feel a huge shake and realize I’m waking up, and Dan’s large green eyes are eyeing me carefully, with concern.

“Arturo?! You okay?” He asks, and I nod, feeling myself drenched in sweat.

“I-I had a weird dream, baby…” I say with a shiver.

“Huh? What about? I couldn’t wake you up. You seemed tense and upset, my cat-nip butter-bread…” he says playing with my curly and unruly hair gently.

“I was a giant space butterfly on the moon….” I say quietly and Dan laughs.

“I bet you were gorgeous!” He says in a loving whisper and kisses my face.

“You were mad that I was too big… and that we…” I feel my neck heat up. “Couldn’t make love!”

Dan growled. “If you were a giant space butterfly, I’d make it work… don’t worry..” he grins and kisses my nose.

I laugh. “Oh yeah?” I grab his face and pull it close, our noses touching.

“Yeah..” Dan affirms, “in fact, let’s pretend that you are my giant space butterfly now…”

I laugh and he holds me possessively, a sexy smirk on his face, as he takes my wings to new heights in our bouncing, fluttery—-all morning long, (not to brag!)love making session.

He makes me feel like I am flying, and we dream of more ways to make each other see the stars.

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