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


© 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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