Rising

(23 Oct 2012, Short story for a facebook page with some friends)

I finally feel my being pulled out again, the heat of the sun warming my hair that is pushing out of the sand. Yes, I was blond. The sand falls from my eyelids, I can open my eyes: what I see is your big toe, the juiciest of the two. As soon as my mouth is out I spit out the sand and suck it. The force impelling me upwards barely lets me scrape some taste buds on your big toenail before pushing me some inches more, I now have your leg. I let the tongue drag through your hairs until all its moisture is gone, (its moisture is gone), and I arrive at your genitals. I bury my nose in your navel and drag a piece of lint to your chest, I'm passing too fast, I won't have time to savor your face, I'll merely kiss the mouth, but meanwhile I changed my mind and kiss your chin and your eyeball, feeling the eyelash release from the lip afterwards. I close my eyes and sink my teeth into your long hair in the wind, and give a tiny bite, taking one of your hairs as a memento in my teeth. I keep rising into the sky. Without you. Goodbye. I'd like to see you again. someday. What's your phone number?