Angels inhabit love songs. But they’re sprites
not seraphim. The angel that up-ended
Jacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits,
stout loins to serve the god whom she befriended,
and was adept at wrestling. She wore
a cobra like a girdle. Yet his bone
mending he spent some several tedious weeks
marking the bed they’d shared, with a great stone.
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A history of a one night stand
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In the order that they are written - Phase Three: romantic memories of an angel Phase One: reality memories of a powerful sprite Phase Two: the pain that she did not stay as Angel or Sprite! -
Fallen angels perhaps? Headstone should read:" Here lies fallen angel with hairy armpits and sturdy calves"...as the Cobra raises her head from the tomb of doom.
Strange poem, makes one wonder at the authors frame of mind at the time.
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One has to make do with the angel one gets.
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Sounds more like an angel in disguise. the mind picture i have here is not at all attractive.
I have to agree though - angels do come in all shapes and sizes.
Von
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