i fly

with an aftertaste

that sweetens the tempest sky

in remembrance of the wide

the outstretched glide

of joy’s flight

a warmer star to volatilize

my wept fields dry


this tender wind

within my valley’s rim

for the one who can coax

the waters in

and harness the heat

of a thousand suns

i come

to my own hands

in the space

between ecstacy’s breath

the warp and weft cleft

the gate i have left

between time and self spent


© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Painting: “Never Stop Flying into Your Dreams” by Delawer Omar art

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