Ideogram

hermetically sealed

remnants reveal

edges of the oppressed

trimming the bowl

of emptiness

a smoldering mess

crouches beneath carpets

of the emotive deep

heavy the hearts that bleed

a smothered toxicity

beneath veranda trimmings

as storms are looming

i await truth’s blooming

in the beauty of blue

merging dusk’s spangled sea

and i love you as me

this naive modern Eve

twirling a curl

returning tenderly

unblemished pomes

to the low hanging trees

~

© M.G. Iannucci 2019