Pisces Rising

Angelica sat at her dressing table mirror with her brushes and perfumes and took down her hair. She looked over her shoulder and listened as Angel approached. She felt the darkness as he swallowed the light on the stairs.

Angelica and Angel slept unaware until the sound of the milkman’s bottles clinking together on their stoop stirred Angel. He threw an arm over her soft breasts and tussled with the single muslin sheet that covered them until he was pressing his muscled body fully against hers. Angelica felt his warm brown arm against her chest and as her eyes opened she noticed how the moonlight made his dark sheen contrast her milky white skin. They said not a word as they made tender love and then silently fell back into dreamland wrapped in each others pulsing arms.

A few hours later a golden light burst through the tattered shade engulfing the bed where they lay entwined in their cathedral room and bathed them in sunshine. Angel pulled his weary body up and flung a leg over the side. He felt his toe brush against the cold steel pistol as it searched for his slippers. He made his way to the kitchen and filled her grandmother’s heirloom china tea-cup with cooled water from the chilled Mason jar they kept there. He wrapped a cloth napkin around it and brought it to her.

“I had a dream”, Angelica said. “Tell me”, Angel said. “I dreamt that the world was on fire and I was an angel dressed in a pure white robe flying around the globe putting out the flames with a silver fire hose that had a nozzle shaped like a woman’s head with the mouth wide open. It spewed a torrent of white love light and I sprayed away at the orange flames and put each fire out one country at a time. The love water came out of my hose with so much force that I could barely hold it and when I looked down to see the source so I could turn down the volume I saw that the hose was connected to my heart. You were down there in the crowds of people. I could see you with your gun getting smaller and smaller”, she said.

Angel held her a little tighter. “You’re thinking beautiful thoughts again Baby”, Angel said. “It was like free energy. It just kept coming and coming so strong I was afraid I would drop it”, she said. “My friend who knows about such things would tell you that you just made the first mistake my sweet; nothing is free” Angel said. “Love is free Poppy. It is a fountain that never runs dry”, she said. We push it out in a constant stream all of our lives” Angelica said in a whispered coo.

Angel pressed his lips against her ear and asked; “Who do you love baby”? Angel thought she’d say “you Poppy” like she always did when he asked this rhetorical question, but this time she said, “Everyone; whoever is in front of me. I love them with my firehouse, powerful and constant”, she said. Angelica caught a sudden shiver and whispered in his ear as she moved his rough hand down between her soft damp thighs. “If you don’t want to get wet she said as she pressed his familiar hand against her flesh; don’t stand there; you’ll drown in it”.


About circusinpurgatory
Nick Masesso Jr’s fictionalized short stories, poetry and prose have been published in the Starry Night Review, Elegant Thorn Review, Language and Culture.net and Vagabond Press; the Battered Suitcase. His latest book “Armor of Innocence” and first book “Walking the Midway in Purgatory, a Journal” are available on-line and through bookstores.

One Response to Pisces Rising

  1. James Mcfarland says:

    8.4 Very nice and clear description of scene. Better direction and intended message would earn higher rating

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