composed and constrained

in harmonic piquency

a frequency restrained

taunt as thread

in swimming to depth

where angler fish

manipulate light

with tiny teeth

all flash and no bite

mouths that sate their hunger

on a fickle breeze


they disappear


of the absence

of subsentience


with the brevity of dust

kicked up

from upwelling shadows

that vanish as i turn

dimensionally free

we are meant to be


your palm’s

calloused touch

a tenderness

of trust

warrior soul

refill and return

forged in a fierce pressure

a flicker

of Love’s hidden treasure


© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Painting: Surf Art by Colleen Wilcox

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