I spin a pattern
intricate threads
too thin to stand on
silver in sunlight
heavy with dew
straight lines
confused with crossroads
a beating heart
hot in the centre
temptress tasting
gentle breezes sway
flowing on a sigh
a whisper echos
as I pull them
close
and hold
still
1 comment:
Is this about a spider?
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