Thursday, April 2, 2009

The Air House

The Air House

by Zoë Skoulding

wind snags on the gap
between timbers a tongue
against my teeth

disturbs breath
drawn across languages
as air in a room

settles and circulates
around a body full of oxygen
open to a clear morning

the sound of breath
complicates the room
I brush my lips against

your ear to make
a small patch of
air I can live in

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