Inquisitive

it is a rudimentary knowing,

this foam tracing the outline

of my toes;

.

the way i question you,

seeking to press my skin

to what i have not lived.

.

i hang on your response,

swinging from my knees,

arms outstretched

.

my fingertips 

trace your answer,

as gravity tugs my shirt.

.

revealing dunes

and the sunkissed belly

of the exposed horizon,

.

where up is down.

and sand blows

like petals through my hands.

 .

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: The Black Dress by Georgia Janisse

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