take your time with me

warm palms

flaming epiphany

through the curl

of apostrophe

as i cradle you tenderly

rethreading spirals

that tighten night’s tangles

curves and angles

while your fingers rumble

within my mystery


take your time with me

savor playfully

the myriad ways

sky catches star-drops

lingering in my eyes

as i rise

to meet your frame

for i have become the sum

of your passionate craving



© M.G. Iannucci 2019