I feel you in your absence. A severed limb, A skipped heartbeat. Gone, like the blossoms of yesteryear, Slain by the violence of winter’s war. Yet, the feeling remains. You live in whispers, Abiding in echoes. The traces of phantom pain.   © Michael Iannucci-Berger

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“Love does not alter the beloved, it alters itself.” – Soren Kierkegaard

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The Salt-Wife

All the tears in your eyes, The salt sea out to the horizon. A sky of charcoal, Waves dark as basalt. Of Hidden things, Mystery beyond time. The salt-wife weeps for the mariner’s passing, But it is he who sees beneath the veil of the waves.     © Michael Iannucci- Berger  

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The Dark

I loved you in the dark, In the spaces between. Beyond reason’s stifling light. Your arms around me, Like eagle’s talons, Guide me skyward in your embrace.     © Michael Iannucci- Berger  

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