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