a blind sight,

the screen door’s spring


for the rebound.

the unnoticed

runs aground

with a visible iris


for evidence of affection.


while the shutter

rounds closed

as mind mine,

to the chaotic sound

of foundering

beneath the unsettling

tectonic ground

of brown-eyed deep.


tendrils you tangled,

sifted in hand,

there love’s strands

weave the absent,

the tested are crowned

in the void

where we meet.

i will not cling,

and you will not retreat.


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Art by Michael Shapcott

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