Conoscopy

born of singular desire,

a self silt-shimmering

seeping of autonomy,

bleeding through

spacious quantum melody.

i am the scentless spectrum

that you seek,

beneath arms and thighs

and eyes

that consummate

the fathomless mysterious,

soft locks that press

a yearning into your chest,

as we weave story

from stillness.

for you i will spill the gold

of preeminence of soul.

wed me here

where resistence

disappears,

my true essence

lies bared

beneath the parted veil,

two are one –

a paradox of the trinitarian.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art by Christian Schloe

9 thoughts on “Conoscopy

  1. Maria, this is exquisite:
    “i am the scentless spectrum
    that you seek,
    beneath arms and thighs
    and eyes
    that consummate
    the fathomless mysterious,
    soft locks that press
    a yearning into your chest,
    as we weave story
    from stillness.”
    Such a remarkable poem.

    Liked by 1 person

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