lovely bones

fingertips pressed featherlight here
on these curves: sweeping curves, sharp curves,
car accident on stormy night curves–
taut beneath butter golden nut-brown
skin-sheath curves,
these subtle white wings spread
ready to birth– to breathe life into wordshandsmouths,
such power! in these curves.
and fingertips, tracing these subtle white-wing,
these sheathed, these life-giving powerful curves,
they flutter so faintly and in one breath–

these curves are lines and
my story rests upon them

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