i choose

and refuse

ephemeral mists linger

beneath boughs

to be subservient

to unjust man-made rules

cellulose fingertips touch

skin to skin

that seek perfection

in conformity

defying gravity

sweetness rises

a tedium of law

illusions of mind

breezes brush limbs

in a mystical millieu


the internal

breath transpires

elevating toward sunrise

lines encode

plural tongues

cool morning dew

suspended from buds

monochrome syllables

encapsulate power

 delicate droplets 

kiss open palms

i dare

to be




© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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