I want to touch your face
With eyes sealed
Standing before the sea
Knowing it by the fragrance
Of tide pool silt
Seagrasses and minnows
.
With fingertips and palms
The texture of sand,
Crystalline droplets,
Solidified tears
From stars and heat,
And lightning fusing grains into glass
Smooth, cool in the evening dew,
Salt on my lips
.
Tracing the story of a life
Brown as earth,
Hard as clay sifted into my pores
Life exhaled into the atmosphere
And warmth, warmth
Mingling with mine,
And breath.
.
© M.G. Iannucci 2020
Photo: Mermaid Sleeps
Wonderfully nuanced piece. Shared it here…
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/05/20/the-touch-of-the-earth-maria-gianna-iannuci/
Unfortunately, due to my lack of tech savvy, I was not able to embed the vocal portion. My apologies! 🙂 Cheers.
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Thank you, Anthony
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