Veiled

i cloak my tender longing  in the guise  of fierce independence. wrapping bravado about my shoulders, like a shawl clasped tight against the gusts of my yearning. yet the dew of sentimentality seeps through my stoic stature, bending me toward  the velvet melody of your voice. . Photo: Blood Root leaf and bud from my […]

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Non-Verbal Interface

i keep my truths silent while living them in the open. the work, my quirks and questions, are the tinder for another’s creativity. . you and i are anything but “normal”, choosing not to squander our tyrosine on a dopamine addiction,  that fuels frivolous drama. . instead we paint in muted colors  and love in […]

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Accession

puzzle pieces  skitter to the floor, when the table rocks. components of your persona – shape and sound, personality and preference, these shattered slivers of mirror, silver and black, are recollected with tenderness. wisdom retains  a vision of integrity, whispering… “You are altogether beautiful, my Beloved” (Song of Solomon 4:7).  . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Sunsets […]

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Quickening Sands

on the skin of the pudding, spread your weight, focus breath, you will not  sink. – you do not need to be perfect,  to love. – © M.G. Iannucci 2017 . Photo: Quicksand

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Hermetic

lunar, lingering in solitude as the storm  gathers her skirts. . knowing, the origin of each drop, as the barometer  quivers. . i seek shelter in your love, my nocturnal eyes callow in the effulgence. . courage  has an irresistible  appeal. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 . Photo: Lone Tree By Morgan Parrotta

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