A Sisterhood of Soul

shards rake tender feet

and wires bleed

their copper tendrils

from my veins.

you see

and i speak,

tying together the edges,

a meek marking

on the flesh of the living

who know what it means

to be trapped in machines.

.

while your lens

finds purchase for my soul,

i ease symbol

from image expressed

beneath the tender valley

of our chests,

as we press to his laboring back

in the hunt for reason.

the scintillating fire

crosses oceans,

dust on desert wind,

ink on vellum,

the stream of the expressed

refining the compass-etched

delicate circumference

of a mounting brilliance,

sculpting the lateral curves

of our coocurring breasts.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art by Marina Podgaevskaya

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