Angels In Our Mouths Sandra Beth Levy On the tip of my tongue sit the ancient rabbisYeshiva style they debate how many angels dance in my mouth thousands, millions, more than the stars in heaven
The oldest star in space is named Methuselah grandfather of Noah, oldest biblical patriarchScientists date Methuselah back fourteen billion yearsBefore our universe exploded into existence with a Big Bang
My vibrant lips lick the aftertaste of loveSweetened by my lover’s honey-bronzed skinHis breath a flood of promiseMy loins blessed by a holy grandmother hugging her oceans
Innumerable angels dance in our watering mouths more than the animals Noah protected on his arc more than the stars created with a Big BangThe rabbis sit on the tip of my tongue and argueAs they try to count the angels
who dance wild with abandon upon our curved cheeksfor longer than Methuselah’s light streaks across our universe

More from Sandra Beth Levy ↓

• @slevy43 on Instagram
• Her first poetry book, Unfurling The Scroll Of Seven Decades, will be out in 2026.
• Sandra has had recent poems published in the Roots and Ruins: Poetry Anthology published by Arcana Poetry Press
• And Issue 1 of A Curious Moon, an online literary magazine.
• As well as The Vagabond’s Verse-Weekly Verses on December 5th
• And three poems in a SHINE Poetry Series spotlight on December 10th.