Strange Attractors

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