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You lie on warm concrete, transported,
Eyes down, ass up, you bridge the distance.
Silk, the strongest of natural fibers,
Transports them, transports you.
You are caught in a web of your own choosing.
Tomes propped before you, you record
a fleeting moment in spider time.
Sheet after sheet of arachnid art
cover my coffee table.
You give minute attention
to cribellum and spinnarets;
Hair, humps, and spines-
they're beautiful to you.
You are beautiful to me because you bridge the distance
caught in a web of your own choosing.
Callista Caduceus
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