Covariance

i am

the restless spill of light

brushing the thigh

of the drapery,

the fleck of morning

lingering on the lips

of the sill,

hungry to reveal

an amber sighing sunrise.

.

dare me to be still,

as strobila bloom

awash with the subtle rise

of the spring tide.

hold me firm,

as the diurnal moon,

conceals to tantalize

the silent stony stars

that hurl their love-lorn sparks

at the horizon line.

.

descend on me like dew,

with quivering breath

of currents true.

.

dare me to be still –

and i will.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art: Bittersweet by Dorina Costas

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