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This genre of lips

Yeses with fingers‹-unblousing, undressing

Skin, her truss. No need

For flight here, except

Air wrapped in irridescent

Feathers. Or, a verb’s splendid long

Bone all lit up for

This new, unbuttoned birdology. Tiny

Chances, coins tossed: a

Firmament above, arousing

Power below. Let

It come.

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Lisa Bowden

ARCHITECT by Lisa Bowden

February 21, 2011

ARCHITECT,

boatwind your cloud

to my ear

so I can hear

your breath

move

grass-like

across

the field

of my palm,

constellate

your blindingly

invisible

self

inside

my throat

so remembering

is breathing

the sky unbuilt‹

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