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