the crackling static

of twisted twine

unbound unwound

plexus tether grind

of teeth and steel

shreek and reel

gear to ice

as i rush to splice

unraveling threads

of slipping treads


and i am halted

by a stellar embrace

kiss on an upturned face

this misted fall

that bathes the walls

and i reach for you

whom i knew in youth

the comfort of

an invisible love

a pine needle bed

where I pressed my head

beneath the hush and brush

of branches’ breath

the sunset-rose delight

of a dusky twilight


©M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art: Woman and Bird

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