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