Dance with Me

the mirror turns cheek

in an unwilling flash,

the humility 

of painted glass.


the receding past

sighs an admission

no longer stunning

in high definition.


purest diamond 

cuts her own,

drawing in 

all other stones.


i try to show 

the outside of “me”,

you want to know

the moments i see.


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Painting: Dance with Fireflies

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