these balled up fists i hide,
twist in my own gut.
i do not know
how not
to fight,
struggle
blind,
little
beetle
on its
back,
flailing.
Love, you
seek surrender
simply because you
exist in the deepest trust.
as you soften rough skin
i break in your arms
like glass, & reeds,
& the mirror,
reflecting
us as
one.
.
Β© M.G. Iannucci 2017
Love making fragile emotions stronger. Wonderfully crafted prose.
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