sometimes
i cannot find
pretty words to say
in this whirling swirl of etchings
where sound is giving way
to a sea of sensate meaning
as scripting goes astray
and heart sinks deep to yearning
holding longing in its gaze
~
© M.G. Iannucci 2019
I tried to tell you how I loved you
And I tried to tell you night and day…
Honey you won’t be satisfied that way