Saturday, September 17, 2022

A Nocturnal Visitor

 


The old woman lay in bed
at night in the dark staring
at the ceiling cloaked in
prayer to god, any god
willing to listen to her
supplications.

She was
wrapped in fear.
Not fear
of death,
not of dying.

Her fear was rooted in
the possibility of having
to live in a paralyzed body
as her husband had after
suffering a crippling stroke.
He had lingered for months
before death finally released
him.

It was this fear of being trapped
like some avalanche victim with
her flesh caved in on her that held
her prisoner.

She prayed in hopes that her words
would spare her physical tribulations,
feeling that her body was failing her,
leaving her more enfeebled as the days
went by.

One night an angel came to her as
she was reciting her prayers and told
her that he was there to make her life
a sweet stream of love, that God had
heard her words and he had been sent
to comfort her.

He was a radiant being that had come
into her life seemingly from nowhere.

His touch was gentle and he took her
flabby breast in his mouth and began
to suckle on it as he rubbed her ample
buttock softly and whispered words of
reassurance between kissing her nipple
and licking her aged flesh.

She had not made love with a man for
over thirty years, since her husband
had passed away, and now as the angel
held her in his strong capable arms her
body recalled those long forgotten times
and she was coming alive again in places
that she thought had died decades ago.

Heat and moisture were coming from between
her thighs as her otherworldly lover massaged
her vulva and inserted a warm finger into her
vagina.

“Did God really send you?” she wanted to know.

“Yes,” he said in a reassuring voice that rang with
all the love in the universe.

“Fuck me then,” she whispered. “Show me how
good heaven can be.”

In the morning when she woke,
she was disappointed to know that
her fear still clung to her, and she
realized then that it had all been
a dream.

Angels don’t do things like
that, she thought.

Her disappointment was crushing.
Maybe some pancakes would cheer her up.
The idea put a smile on her face.
And maybe a few slices of bacon
                        and some scrambled eggs.