Cobwebs

Unspoken words
Hang between us
Like an unexpected spider
Spooling from the ceiling.

I brush aside thoughts while
Your arms enfold me,
But they crawl back later
To tickle my brain
With questions.

Do you want to fall
In love? Can you trust me with
Your heart? I promise to be careful
With it. I promise to be honest,
Aswer any question
You would pose.

My mind touches, then spins away
From such matters:
Unreal, ethereal, cobwebbed.

I wonder…
Can I send that tiny spider
To brush against your cheek
And whisper: Please,
Give her a chance.

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