Inlets

i carry you

beneath the ribbed truth

of my heart’s

once bruised skin

and find an end

in the wanderlust

of the given

~

yet all that i might gift

is a soft rain’s brief refrain

and parted lips

that sip the song that trips

into pools of tide

where clinging things

reside

and i abide

in the mind

of Love’s kinder times

~

© M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art: Man and the Sea by Stefan Eisele

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