water in my cupped palm

that i tenderly pour

into yours


has the feel 

of a silver maple leaf

resting gently on a sycamore

as mine might rest in yours


fingers like feathers

play along the lines

a tender pressure

dappled sunlight

the weight and warmth

of a breath before lips meet skin

running through the notches in my fingers

silk threads, corn silk, milkweed strands, baby’s hair 




and a faint silver

moonlit reflection

leaving the lightest caress

of a shadow


a single note falling

fading cool with the breeze


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo by Rob Taylor

More of Rob Taylor’s work can be found on his blog  Irreducible Primary  at

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