spiderlings

Gossamer threads bind me to you
delicate and slight,
we could snap at any moment
and drift apart
spiderlings borne away by the wind.

So I kiss
the sacred space
between your shoulder blades
ghostly and soft
and for a little while

I put aside
the blight around me.

For tonight
I’m content in the crook of your elbow
lulled to sleep by your rattling breath
and the traffic outside your window