Gustatory

sheaves once billowing  on a downburst caress their collective seeds now bound . i am  the leaven i am in Love foot-free scarecrow  dancing on the wind . Photo: My meadow grasses © M.G. Iannucci 2017

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Levity

© M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Poppy flower from my garden        

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If…

if… the word rose eloquently from the curl of your tongue. stumbling snow sphere on the steep slope of my harried blustering. mass and momentum  microburst, . blasting the future from my grasping hands. icy pyroclastic lightning struck me home, . home  to body-self, home to now, home to you, straddled not  saddled – time. […]

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Epitaph

an emotive array of monochrome symbols, streaks of consciousness etched in pixels. . a deluge of heart the spirits of kin,  a hollow voice yearning,  for the feel of skin. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Flowers from garlic mustard in my yard.

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Breadths

dimensions, capture gravity, a curling corolla of light, that i trace with a lazy finger, in the half-slumber twilight. you offer the yield of life, aware sweetness   entices, yet the bitter rind nourishes wise sensitivity. i bend to your narrative of heart, mine, and ours, and world. breath, crest to trough,  closed-lid cocoon. and i awaken. . © M.G. […]

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