Back Burner

shove me back

and close the lid

the essence hid

beneath convection drift

that you are not ready to taste

for the truth lays

in the fragrance of spice

the heat beneath “nice”

this aroma of amalgamation

beyond mortal perception

my essence as precious

as saffron threads

the blooming heads

of golden promise

between indigo petals

of woven tomorrows

a precious oil

that grants sheen

to the mean

and i simmer

self-contained

never to be tamed

beholden solely

to the unnamed

.

©M.G. Iannucci 2018

Painting by Andrew Atroshenko

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