lines within

a strange attractor,

the tendency of the minute 

vibrancy of charges to wander, 

slithering the circumference like 

a multitude of saboteurs with no will.


what do i decide

of the fire in my belly 

that urgently desires to be heard?

it is my choice to unravel the breath

that moves and folds the spherical vortex.


and as i 

flick a finger 

against the pendulum,

the girl who once danced,

mindful of the delicate blushing 



of clover,


within the rippling

motoric thighs of a woman

with power to counter the spin

in every sinuous swing of her hip.


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: Dancer Heather Hansen’s body art

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