Embargo

you pinch the pennies

that feed my well

folds of velvet

love’s aching swell

grazing the breast

of a luminous sky

a priceless spice

arching

beneath the toiling hands

of the merchant

my essence

can never be purchased

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art by Xie Chuyu

8 thoughts on “Embargo

  1. For some reason, I gravitated towards these lines the most:

    “beneath the toiling hands
    of the merchant
    .
    my essence
    can never be purchased”

    Very nicely done, Maria.

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