man takes up his soul

in the twilight dull

selling his time

the cost to define

a life owned by clothes

and gold

tricks of the eyes

that underlie

a languishing in return

to rebirth

in earth


long ago

i shook my fingers

of rings

and constricting things

that tore my chest

from the substantive

and i chose to turn

my heart toward bliss

the unscripted kiss

of the real

and regenerative

as for you

i yearn


© M.G. Iannucci 2019

Photo: Sweet William Flowers