if we spent the day in silence,
love freeing us from words,
i might be barefoot in the garden
with the spiders and butterflies.
my skirt hiked up past my knees
and tucked into the waistband,
filled with tomatoes
that look like yellow pears.
and we would feel the colors…colors of hearts,
dog hearts, bird hearts, and squirrel hearts,
flowers that wear theirs on their skin,
like ghost crabs or cuttlefish,
chromatophore mood rings.
we would notice
the way the sky has its colors too,
i would scribble a verse
and hand it to you.
you would trace your words in the air,
to be blown away with the clouds
…scintillating and silent.
© M.G. Iannucci 2017