The sand has become your second skin…
Millions of warm, silica grains—each one rounded smooth by centuries of tide—
mold perfectly to every contour of your back…
the gentle dip above your tailbone…
They shift with microscopic friction whenever your chest rises…
a soft, whispering rasp against damp skin…
Heat from the day is trapped deep in the layer beneath you…
pulsing upward like slow geothermal breath…
making the undersides of your thighs and buttocks feel molten…
A single drop of condensation rolls from the joint’s paper…
traces a cold, tickling line down the web between your thumb and index finger…
The cannabis itself radiates scent in thick, almost visible waves:
sticky-sweet Afghani hash resin…
overripe tropical fruit left to ferment in sunlight…
crushed black peppercorns…
fresh pine needles snapped underfoot…
underlying it all, that dark, animalic loam of just-turned soil after a thunderstorm.
The dry paper catches on the chapped edge of your lower lip…
tiny fibers cling for a heartbeat…
The ember flares with a soft, wet crackle…
like distant lightning in dry grass…
Smoke surges in—dense, velvety, almost chewable…
It coats the entire length of your throat in warm caramel thickness…
slides past your tonsils…
pools briefly in the hollow above your diaphragm before blooming outward…
Taste layers unfold in slow motion:
first the bright citrus rind…
then bitter-green chlorophyll…
then dark cocoa and burnt toffee…
finally a faint metallic char that lingers on the back of your tongue like aged mezcal.
feel your lungs stretch to capacity…
ribs creak open like antique floorboards…
heart thuds once—slow, powerful—against the expanding pressure…
The cloud emerges in a long, sculptural plume—
pearlescent white threaded with gold and rose from the sinking sun…
It hangs for a suspended second…
then fractures into delicate, lace-like tendrils that smell of sweet incense and sea kelp…
drifting sideways on the breeze to mingle with salt spray.
Right then the ocean answers.
A deep, subsonic rumble rolls in from miles out…
pressure wave you feel in your sternum before your ears register it…
The surface glasses over—perfect, mirror-smooth emerald shot through with molten amber veins of reflected sunset…
The lip of the wave curls forward in hypnotic slow-motion…
thin veil of water stretched so taut you can see straight through to turquoise depths…
then detonates with a cushioned boom…
Foam erupts in chaotic white champagne…
billions of bubbles hissing and popping…
racing up the slope of sand…
They hit your toes first—shockingly cold carbonation fizzing between each one…
bubbling up ankles like living effervescence…
collides with the cannabis heat spreading from your core…
Sparks detonate along every nerve pathway…
pleasure-pain-pleasure in bright silver streaks…
then melts deeper into surrender.
Another breath… slower… greedier…
Smoke floods you again… thicker…
resin clings to the tiny hairs inside your nostrils…
makes every inhale taste like breathing through wet hash…
The high ignites fresh behind your forehead—
slow-expanding nebula of deep indigo…
rimmed in electric violet…
pulsing with your heartbeat…
Scalp crawls with gooseflesh…
as though invisible fingers are raking through your hair from crown to nape…
Ears fill to overflowing:
layered roar of breaking water…
rhythmic drag of pebbles…
your own slow, oceanic breathing…
blood surging in your temples like distant surf…
all of it braiding into one seamless white-noise womb.
Jaw unlatches completely…
tongue lies thick and slack…
still coated in smoke residue…
tasting phantom lime and char with every swallow…
then cool as mist settles on them…
tiny droplets beading on eyelashes…
trembling but never falling.
palms supinated to the sky…
Fingertips register every nuance:
breeze tracing invisible spirals…
grains of sand clinging to sweat-damp skin…
occasional foam bubble landing and bursting with a microscopic pop…
Every hair shaft on your forearms is a live wire…
Another draw… longest yet…
tiny sparks spit and die…
Smoke pours down like warm motor oil…
saturates every lobe of lung…
sets every capillary alight with soft golden static…
pelvis becomes liquid lead…
thighs spread an inch wider of their own accord…
feet bury themselves deeper…
toes curl once into cool wet sand…
Each number is borne on a new, larger wave…
Each wave erases more of “you”…
Inhale… smoke so rich it feels like swallowing warm velvet…
A colossal wall of water rises—translucent jade marbled with sunset fire—
curls overhead in perfect arc…
Breaks… foam thunders across your chest…
cold lightning races up spine…
mind lifts free… already floating above the body.
Exhale… smoke merges with salt mist… becomes indistinguishable…
Retreating water claws every last filament of tension from muscles…
leaves only warm, empty space…
spine flattens into perfect alignment with the beach.
Another pull… resin smears glossy on lips… tastes like dark wildflower honey…
A rolling, muscular breaker engulfs you to the ribs…
cool living silk slides over nipples… collarbones… throat…
fingers drift through bubbles like pale sea creatures.
Thoughts disintegrate into smoke wisps…
scatter across miles of open water…
Inhale… high roars upward like a tidal bore inside your skull…
Closed lids blaze with color:
molten gold bleeding into deep forest emerald bleeding into starless midnight purple…
slow auroras pulsing in time with your pulse… with the waves.
World reduces to four things:
all one substance… all you.
Draw in… every cell sings…
euphoria floods like heated mercury…
seeping under fingernails… behind kneecaps… into the roots of teeth…
Next wave moves in glacial slow-motion…
holds you suspended… rocking… weightless between elements.
Breathe out… time fractures into infinite shards…
each pause between them is paradise without name.
Final inhale… deepest possible…
Smoke-sea-sunset-self fuse into single glowing continuum…
Mind is no longer a thing… only raw, borderless feeling…
warmth… pressure… sway… radiance.
The final wave arrives—slow… boundless… maternal…
It blankets you completely… temperature of your own blood…
Into a silent, glowing abyss where bioluminescent smoke drifts like underwater nebulae…
Where waves are only the slow heartbeat of something vaster than any ocean…
Where “you” has become pure sensation… pure drift… pure endless now.
Let the planet rock you in its arms forever.
This perfect, irreversible sinking.
