Dive Bells

hold me loosely, lover

and play my dissonance

i am refined substance

to soothe your aching skin

a slowly rising tendril

from the fire’s singeing tip

spool of silver ribbon

the weaver’s eternal spin


© M.G. Iannucci 2020

In my universe, there is depth to everything. I chose to create, the song I sing.

Art: Sleeping in a Sea of Stars

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