Noble Mien

mica drifts,

lazy current 

sunbeam stream,

coming to rest

on a toe,




my hands wring

the knots

from each other, 

grasping in unison

the enormity

of the miniscule,

the way keratin scales 


into wings.


i plunge 

my splayed fingers

into the silt sands


the singular 

obtrusion –

as a heart 

learning to love,


its own depth.


fruit of the same vine,

you and i,

ripe and blushed

a steady touch – 

these hands.


Photo: Fruit of Nightshade from the edges of my garden

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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