Braises Couvantes

my lover

forgives indiscretions

when the captive furies

bleed confessions

as i dress anger

with the puckered pout

of high fashion


my lover paints

my beating chambers rouge

and gently removes

the thimbles from my fingertips

to kiss the scars from the slips

as i wrestled with

the razor edge precision

of seasoned thoughts

that slipped in

between rhymes harvested

from my dissonance


and if i call

there is the hesitate

as i pace

and love navigates

for the hands

that untie the laces patiently

have bound my borrowed ecstasy


©M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art: woman

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