you speak my words
into the quicksilver night
the artifact of light
adrift in the indigo blue
eyes of marine milieu
the swirl of pearl
beneath the abalone whorl
~
love, steal my pride
break my stride
and slide me south
for i do not know how
to brush the oxidized rust
of my need to trust
i once denied
~
for all has given way
as you gently dust my face
of a thousand sorrowful tales
i once thought to be true
…until i was loved by you
~
© M.G. Iannucci 2019
So wonderfully beautiful Gianna. Very well done!
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Thank you so, Bill.
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Always a pleasure.
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That is really appreciated.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you
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