The Touch of the Earth – Maria Gianna Iannuci

https://giannaiannucci.com/ 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, SaltContinue reading “The Touch of the Earth – Maria Gianna Iannuci”