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Last Night, I Watched An Angel Sing Your Praises.

 

Emerging from the spotlight glare,

I watched, enraptured, spooked by the divine,

the whispering ghost of poetry, of words

teased out and song like, capturing the mood,

capturing the daylight pulse, sweetly tempered

by a trumpet which plays in the ether

and calls to the angels, they have to find room

somewhere, for here on Earth, it seems one

has escaped and sinks her blush free lips into

a mortal man’s vision, tasting it in her mouth,

tasting it go round and round, sideways

she chews it over, relishing the genius