my heart is caught
on the fence of circumstance
as i run my hands
through the fog
that spits my skin slick
like wings that split cumulus
starving for a glimpse
of blue
~
and you
tether my shreds
to your warm hands
the remembrance
of a glance
and i no longer know
what’s true
for i am a catalyst
to the status quo
doomed to watch
and then let go
while i yearn
for love and romance
and a slow and soulful
coupled dance
~
© M.G. Iannucci 2019