Silken Thread

rebmasters

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

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 3rd, 2021 03:40
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Saxon Crow

    Beautiful. I'm ever so envious about your writing style Reb. It's simple, clear and real.

    • rebmasters

      Aw thank you so much! I wish I could say that I've cultivated that style, but it just comes out like that. I'm so glad you find some truth in it ❤

      • Saxon Crow

        That's why i like it. It's natural. Best type of poetry as far as I'm concerned. Keep pen to paper my poet friend

        • rebmasters

        • Caring dove

          Just lovely 🙂

          • rebmasters

            Thank you very much. I think this is maybe one of my favourite ones but I have a love/hate relationship with all my poems! x



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