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The Political Issue
Vol. 4 Issue 2
The archangel Michael
by Angelique Gehring
Feathers tickling between my toes
One breath falling on my collarbone
the other sliding into my womb.
Convey to me
your angst at petals and kisses
All the answers, all the time
You nibble the hardest my dear
sharper than all my other lovers.
22.
. . . and double numbers always
bring my good fortune
For what will you teach me?
You have met Him
a game of backgammon every Thursday
His Will he leaves you
a list of properties and provocations
Is he as empty in you
as that space that is not filled by Him in me?
Or is He really all your lovers
with feminine wiles
to tame and entice
And you say my spread is better yet.