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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