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

Art: Moonlight Over the Ocean by Marianna Foster

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