Wake Me

a pearled sea
traces the fan of my hip
and slips unwarily
into the estuary
where time bleeds 
ignorance dips its hands
in this placid meniscus
lover, wake me
as night drops its curtain
stealthy across the breast
of my uncertainty
and as i resist your silence
ravish me

~

M.G. Iannucci 2020
With gratitude to my inner and outer muse, anima calling.

Photo: by Ive Freya

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