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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Surrectus

birthed  from the belly of a star, form wittled  by defiance of entropy, i am captured  in curved crystals  cascading to the abyss. . sculpted  by compression and time, drawn taunt by the tide, i am released  by the surging waves. . integrity sustained  through attraction, lifted by atmosphere,  descending in storm, my subtle kisses  […]

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Recede

there is a subtle dance between  practical and poetic. . foam that rises with the crest of waves, tracing faint lines in the sand. . M.G. Iannucci 2017

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The Touch of Earth

I want to touch your face With eyes sealed Standing before the sea Knowing it by the fragrance Of tide pool silt Sea grasses and minnows . With fingertips and palms The texture of sand, Crystalline droplets, Solidified tears From stars and heat, And lightning fusing grains into glass Smooth, cool in the evening dew, […]

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