i dangle sustenance

amid barbed embellishments.

beneath my skin

runs a river of resistence,

a sense primed to read

the inflowing nature

of your intention. 

you tussle and turn blooms,

masterfully avoiding the sting;

and i learn the dance

on the tongue of the wind.


© M.G. Iannucci 2017
Photo: Black locust tree blooming. The flowers are edible. The bark, seeds, and leaves are toxic.

8 thoughts on “Chary

      1. You capture the essence of relationship – a dance. When the dancers become one, observers see only the dance and lose sight of the individuals. Thank you for your powerful words. Ray

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