never believed in the paranormal. But this was beyond normal, quite absurd. It's a nightmare. I know, but I can't wake up. I felt a weight pressed me down. "I can't breathe…" I murmured.
"sshs… wake up Spooky it's just a dream."
"how long have I been out Ruby?". "we spent the whole day on bed. but I managed to cook us something…."
I felt empty, stiff, aching and frighten. But I kept to myself. I didn't want to know. I bonded to the woman, all of her, whoever she is whatever she is, I want her.
have I tasted the forbidden? I guess I'd. I felt different. maybe kind of empty.
"here you go have some milk, it will help rejuvenates you". I took the class of milk and gulp it down like water to quench my thirst.
"there are things we have to talk about Spooky. I have so much explanation to do…."
Not knowing how to respond to this, I said nothing when she helps me sit up on the bed, glancing down at the white bandage around my waste up to my rip cage, I asked...
"and how can I eat with this damn thing, wrenching the breath out of me?".
Ruby laughed at the rhetoric, although she laughing seem to be the last thing she wanted to do.
Supporting me up on my wobbly feet, and leaning on the strong lady for strength, we went down stairs for the meal.
Heartily, she served me hot Waakye (rice and beans). a local delicacy I loved so much growing up. the aroma of the shito (pepper stew) filled the dining area in the kitchen.
Silently, Ruby sliced fresh avocado and boiled eggs, and onions. she was extremely quite, perhaps cought up in her own world.
"this taste wonderful Ruby. Absolutely salacious, like you. and we have been able to make it across the bridge."
she didn't reply. one emotion stood out in her expression, censure. I know it so well. she is chastising her self from within as though she did committed a vile sin.
she picked at her food like she always does, eating the meat and fried salmon more than she eat the food.
Is there an end to the mysteries of this woman?
"a bridge hah, you never seize to fascinates me Spooky, you seem to have a way with the right phrases and precise statements. the question is what does all this imply?
.
you have questions Spooky, ask and I shall answer to the best of my ability."
"I don't want to know, Ruby."
"but you have to know Spooky, I have suppress this part of me for so long, now I don't have the discipline or candor to hold on. I want to show you what you are dealing with…".
"you are Ruby. My ruby, my fantasy, my dream, my bad girl, and you are going to be till the end of time babe, whether we are together or otherwise, dead or alive. I never chose you, my soul dead. You are that one woman for me babe, my mate, my life mate…."
"stop Spooky, please stop…" she said in painful gasps, as her red puffy eyes flow with tears, tears of blood.
I shake my head to clear my hazy mind. Perhaps the angle of the light on her face, copulated with my fearful premonitions about her, had finally turn my mind into a power house of dramatize horror.
Her pain was raw, wreaking of contrition, maybe guilt.
"now I have brought you into the hell, I was chasing you from, what did I ever do to deserve this blind commitment from you, oh man.
even in your ignorance, your passion claims, and grand me solace, one I haven't felt in a very long time.
Oh, Spooky, becareful of your slippery seductive tongue in the muttering of oaths the true implications of which you cant bare. Oh Spooky,…"
"sshs babe. I meant every word Ruby. I want all of you Ruby, all off you in your wilds, and madness.
All of you in your peculiarities and eccentricities…".
This only made the woman cried more as I drew closer to her, to draw her into my arms.
"oh, spooky you are bleeding from a stomach wound, the bandage is soaked with blood in the front."
"I don't think that's my blood Ruby, if you stop crying, that will stop as well."
"oh", she pushed away from me and I handed a soft tissue to her. And each sheet of tissue she used on her face came away deep red with blood.
"don't you think we should probably get you a doctor?" I asked noncommitantly and she gave a faint smile in reply.
"you know I don't need one. It's not fatal to me, it's part of who I am, and if we sticked together for long, you will see that often, especially whenever I am crying from the other me."
"I guess you're messed up like me."
"nothing close to that spooky. This is entirely something different, a different world. Maybe a different life. Sometimes it feels like a blessing, sometimes it feels like a curse," she said emotionally".
"what says the time now Ruby?". "early 9pm".
"let's go out into the garden. It's a full moon night, the bountiful mother will be spreading her benevolence far and wide the globe, I want to receive her free giving's'."
She closed in on me and took my lips into her ravenous mouth. smell of the wild filled the room. The smell of herbs, farm and tilted soil during cultivation.
She was melting into my arms, she felt like intoxication itself.
I felt a strong sensation, an alien colorful sensation that made me feel the movement of the Gaia in the soil into the roots, navigating its way up the stem and branches.
Now it was in the leaves, the elixir of chlorophyll strong and pungent, healing and refreshing. I drink from her greedly.
We were melting into one union. This was new to me, the suspense in the movement of the life force to give and create life as it transforms bud into blossoming flowers, felt immense.
Fragrances of a baby mixed with exotic fragrances of a different dimension….
"yes, spooky. I want you to experience it like I do.
I run my fingers through her floating soft hair down to her neck and shoulders.
I bow down low and nipped on one exposed hard nipple pocking out from her sagging night gown, while caressing the other one beneath the silky soft fabric. it warmed to the touch.
Her blazing flaming eyes matched her whimpering short breath.
"let's go into the garden spooky. Let me go get the yoga mat."
Waddling in our pleasure ravaged bodies into the garden, we covered the few yards to the creek drunk in passion, so much so we seem to float there.
it all felt like a dream, a real thrilling dream. The fragrance followed us from the room out into the garden.
"how did you do that?" I asked as we cling to each other on the mat, exploring, probing and searching for every bit of passion the body had to offer.
"you mean experiencing the gaia in motion. I maybe a trigger, but it's not entirely me... you're open to highten sensations ."
"it feels erotically enthralling Ruby, I can live like this forever with you." Ruby laugh at this.
"oh, you are beginning to hallucinate my dearest spooky. You might as well wake up from a dream yet."
"this is real Ruby. Not what we had in the past or what the future holds. This moment is real and irreplaceable. I have never actually felt the smell of nature this strong, like the arousal of a virgin at puberty.
the smell of the last decay of death back into life, the aroma of the gaia, true essence of the feminine, essence of a new born."
"I have experience it for a longtime Spooky. yet, I never found the words to describe it."