teeth of the flytrap

grin with gaps to breathe

and space for the lithe

to escape artfully

i am not a treat

or toy to mistreat

as fearlessness

tucks me tenderly

to his downy chest

for i am deservedness

wrapped in wholeheartedness

love’s gift complete

and on that

i rest


© M.G. Iannucci 2019

Was I a mirror for the creative loving part of you that now you no longer gaze into? Were you the strong courageous part of me that for the sake of society, I buried? What shall we do?


Live true.🎈