i mend

the swallow’s wings,

yet the subterranean egress

remains a dissonant mirage,

and i have grown accustomed 

to the diffuse light rustle

of leathery inhabitants.

as the call to emerge

echoes in the interior,

she waits in me,

this girl –

knees tucked to chest 

with onyx eyes

that bespeak fidelity.

she is the one

who sweeps aside 

the heart cloth,

while i can only offer 

the resonant fulfillment 

of the enigmatic cavern,

mounting surf,

and skin.


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: The Marble Cathedral, Chile

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