ARCHITECT (VERSION 2) the corner lamp fans out a skirt of pale gold skims across a muscly shoulder you squint at blue-lined paper draping my lap trace its scribble musingly two precise fingers tilting your head to one side you remark that i write like an architect i steal into slow-forming pleats gathering your face into sleep and smile and consider the possibility *every* possibility of a life spent sketching modeling magnificent monuments for you with you a profusion of days drafting plans in hearts and as many nights dreaming schematics what shall we see built—together? what beautiful curvilinear post-modern thing? speak to me of tartan grids and juxtaposition of symmetry and tectonics of articulation and fenestration of form of shell of balance of merging speak to me of love - - - - - - - - - - Moore, Patsy. Architect (Version 2). The Way Home: Poems/Essays. Los Angeles: ScrawlHaus, 2014. 1-3. Print.
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