Bond Angles

i cease to bend

to my own reflection

sealing the need for perfection

in the lock box of questions

and riddles skipping stones

on the belly of the unknown


for as a moment dwindles

and another grows

i hold your eyes in mind

a steady gaze that reminds

of the thin haze of future signs

born of split times and foreplay


an unwinding of ways

and i lay my head

on a treasure chest

your hand pressed

to conditioning

of the bridle and tack

a universal release

as your hand softly sweeps

the small of my back


ยฉ M.G. Iannucci 2019

Thank you to Rob Lowe for the use of his photograph.

Visit his site 35:Chronicle to see more of his work.

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