Curl

there was the parting of waves, 

the momentary visibility

of toes and pebbles,

and crabs sauntering

beneath wind-licked foam.

a thin, jade, cellophane leaflet

sliding along my bare calf

in time with the cool slap

of the next set.

i simply want to love you

in that space 

between the gusts.

so i breathe

and dive,

admitting

i have so far to swim.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017
Photo: A Passing Storm

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