your humor, swift Sahara sands
denuding sharp edges of my walls,
as amber light shifts through the sheers
your love incandescently falls
semi-blind to my external self,
i aim at continuously scouring the interior.
occassionally borrowing my reversed image
from an oval full-length mirror.
i know your eyes and trust your sight
to trace my body’s familiar flow,
a gray-scale sinuous thigh and hip
and the illumination of a soul.
you sharpen the foreground lines,
background noise, reverse bokeh,
learning from our tender hands –
the truth of my skin’s shape.
© M.G. Iannucci 2017
Photo: Blue Nude by Pablo Picasso