my nimble fingers

have gathered shadows

from beneath lotus petal blooms,

casting their dusky remnant

to the scintillating tide.


as coyotes mournfully 

howl their trickery 

before the dawn-lit hills,

i part liquid skin

in search of my reflection.


cupping her face

with my hands,

i dare to place

 the kiss of life

on my own lips,



 the beauty there – 

without and within.


© M.G. Iannucci 2017



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