The night sky held the moon
like a giant honeydew shining
in full form over the far horizon.
The cold air brings her closer to
me, seeking heat from the chilly
coastal breeze.
Waves roll in and break, and foam
washes over sand as we walk. The
scent of brine spins around us.
“They say the moon is a hollow
spaceship controlled by reptilians,”
she says.
Her body warmth
is foremost on my mind.
But a reptilian moon is
something to anchor my
attention on for now.
“They rolled the moon into orbit
13 thousand years ago,” she says.
“Before then there was no moon in
the sky. They say it’s there to keep
an eye on us.”
“They’re in for a surprise when they go
back to colonize it,” I said. “Weren’t they
told to get lost and not come back the last
time they were up there?”
“I think so,” she said. “At least that’s what
I heard.”
She believed those
things like some
people believe in
Jesus.
It was all faith.
That
incomprehensible
thing that
keeps us afloat in
a world enmeshed
in unknowable
mysteries.
If it was good only for shooing
away fear and instilling hope then
that's all it needed to be.
“Do you think those reptilians fuck on the
moon?” I said.
“Probably,” she said. “I hear they’re rough
and tumble when it comes to sex.”
“Could you handle it?”
“They’d probably rip my pussy to shreds.”
“That would be terrible.”
“Then again maybe they’re gentle as doves,”
she said. “But I seriously doubt it. Either way,
I don’t think I’d want to find out.”
The idea of a
reptilian ramming
a scaly schlong into
her does crazy things
to my libido.
I take her
hand and lead her under
the lifeguard tower.
“Let’s go back to the motel,” she says.
“I hate getting sand up my crack.”