Wake Me

a pearled seatraces the fan of my hipand slips unwarilyinto the estuarywhere time bleeds ignorance dips its handsin this placid meniscuslover, wake meas night drops its curtainstealthy across the breastof my uncertaintyand as i resist your silenceravish me ~ M.G. Iannucci 2020With gratitude to my inner and outer muse, anima calling. Photo: by Ive Freya

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Spontaneous Combustion

trace your lineson my parchment skina paper trail of paraffinigniting institutionsas i lick the singefrom your fingertipslover, bind my hipsat their ivy gatesembrace meas i capitulateto the trembling roarof my fiery daemons ~ M.G. Iannucci 2020 I was raised and validated by institutions; religious, legal, marital, political, economic, scientific, medical, educational, governmental. More than individuals, […]

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Rubellite Tourmaline

slip along the lip making crystal sing coax the dewdrops from my petaline ~ M.G. Iannucci 2020 Photo of a rose by Doug Reilly, Painting with Photons Passion plays a minor part without the presence of a loving heart.My body inhabits a societal system that has not yet integrated affection, soul journey, and sexuality. I […]

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Carnelian

crush my fiery secret in your balled fist watermark my thigh i am the paper cut throbbing in your love line ~ M.G. Iannucci 2020 Seize every moment with passion. Photo: Rose

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Feather Dustings

my inked inner thigh a crow arc and dip aching for one to fly her mate on your hip ~ M.G. Iannucci 2020 Crows are nesting. Art by Sergio Lopez  

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