Airbrush
airbrushing the wing
with just a tilt the artist
had a mission with this one
she'd airbrushed nipples and
clits with the tenderness of female
parts for the college instructor teaching
anatomy the portable female mural rolled
up on a shade like the maps for this inter course
the perfected airbrushed wing
scalloped she stood before an admiring crowd
airbrushing an uplifting work of art
the convent nuns applauded
when she smoothed her habit
the angel came out and the wing abided
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist
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Don't know why that should come to mind. Take it for what it might be worth. Your poem is a thought provoking read.
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