Lollipop Cruise, Part 28: Seltzer Bubbles

They are bubbles floating… rising together… They aim beyond the surface…

Into the “air”... & towards the Heavens above.

Euruura spoke softly… in reply to her favorite angel maiden,

“Who knows, Shantilly? Men are strong willed & muscled. Often, they need a hug.”

An odd turquoise moth with eerie white circles… draws nectar from a honeysuckle…

Its wings flutter… as if in ecstasy from the nectar drops… It saves most for its colony.

Shantilly asks again,

“What do you expect with Satan at this meeting?... Will you be genuine… or lay a trap?”

“My, my… You’re quite the investigative reporter… At the right moment…

God will tell me what I need to know & what I should do… Until then… I surf the waves.

I’m prepared & ready to negotiate with or kiss Him… If Hashem wishes… to kill Him!”

Shantilly covered her mouth with her hand bent at the wrist… She giggled gleefully.

Euruura can only relax when surrounded by her maidens…

She is plagued with the world’s needs… People adore Her. She loves private moments.

Her eyes open wider and wider as she watches the turquoise moth rapidly grow…

In 10 seconds, it’s the size of a man… In 20 seconds, it’s the height of… & is Satan.

“Satan, Damn You… You spied… disguised as a moth! That’s so creepy…

That’s so low and slimy… That’s so… like a snake slithering & hiding in the grass!”

Purple Satan stands up tall… 26 feet tall. He grimaces awkwardly and asks, “Hello, Dear--Do you realize this is your 5,000th birthday? You don’t look a day over 1,000.”

Shantilly realizes with horror Satan saw her giggle at Euruura’s fantasy of killing Him.

He doubts His humanity… & fears His missing Soul.

She draws His lips to hers… & kisses him hypnotically.

He feels like seltzer bubbles floating up… to the glass’ top.

Joined… They’re bubbles floating together… towards the surface…

They aim beyond the surface… into the “air”... & towards the Heavens above.

Despite His towering over Her, the 2 meander in a fragrant rose garden as they talk.

He bends way down to smell roses. He recalls when he used to carry her like a baby…

They both enjoyed that game… Yet, He never looked happy. Satan is 18 feet taller. He mind-requests with Hashem… Suddenly… He’s the same 6-foot height She is.

Satan struggles to speak. He’d made His grand moth entrance, but…

He has no idea what to say. He has military and political dialogs prepared…

But now, He’s no idea what to say… Worse… He’s become rigid.

His arms and body show by gestures… a powerful internal struggle.

Sensing Satan’s need to speak with their mistress… Angels leave to give privacy…

“Euruura… Euruura… All I can say… Whenever we meet… You see me like no other can.

But what sort of “me” am I… to have human feelings for you… when I am not human?

I always want to speak with you… but I never know what to say…

I always want to touch you… but I never know what to do… .

These hands have crushed the skulls of a hundred million men…

And tore out the hearts of a million more.

But I just don’t know how to touch you as… a woman…

Am I human at all? Euruura… Tell me… Am I NOT HUMAN?

When I’m near you… I always want to kiss you… But…”

Euruura grabs each side of Satan’s head… He lets Her…

He doubts His humanity… & fears His missing Soul…

She draws His lips to hers… & kisses him hypnotically.

He feels like seltzer bubbles… floating up… to the glass’ top.

Joined… They are bubbles floating together towards the surface…

They aim beyond the surface… into the “air”... & towards the Heavens above.