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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