I watch a spider trembling on its web;
so delicate & yet so strong.
Tracing patterns
that trap others
almost by accident;
merely a consequence
of its beauty.
I sense
your inimitable presence,
like an alert
sent from quickening heart
to brain.
Coming downstairs,
you wash over me like a wave.
I am engulfed by you;
can’t catch my breath
& don’t want to.
Afterwards, your touch is like silk petals
drifting across my skin
in the breeze of your sighs.
& later on,
I’m kissing you,
with no real intention,
just for the pleasure of your lips on mine.
Well, there may be some intention;
just a very little.
Your body fits into mine like a missing piece.
The morning is sleepy,
the room a golden haze.
I know it won’t always remain this way;
nothing can stay the same.
Tattered remains;
the silver spider’s broken web.
When you have gone,
I watch her start to spin another one