by Donal Mahoney
Warm, wet, wrapped
in each other’s
arms, legs,
still for a moment,
we rest,
a spider spent,
trapped in its web.
by Donal Mahoney
Warm, wet, wrapped
in each other’s
arms, legs,
still for a moment,
we rest,
a spider spent,
trapped in its web.
Vivid analogy. What I see is two people lost in love’s embrace and also imprisoned by it. Well done.