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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