air brushed tatoo
where ladybirds roost
in lines that crease
the ceiling
wax wings dive
beyond the pane
and crows vacillate
in flight patterns
that splatter ink
across the parched range
~
your eyes
gather my ways
a crumpled page
you stretch smooth
to read
deciphering meaning
from lines scribbled
and cursed
in withered verse
darkly strayed
~
and i root for rest
upon the chest
that beats love
between your shoulders’
sheathed blades
~
© M.G. Iannucci 2019