the gap between her thighs delicate
like the space a wolf spider’s ground
web claims between strands laced
across fallen willow oak leaves fragile
like the body of dewdrops caught
in web’s threads before sun breaks
their form open the actual touch
of her calves a union holy meeting
of two palms held together in prayer
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 22, Issue 3.
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