The dew on a spider’s web
Diamond bright; short-lived.
That first shot-
Bending over the horizon,
The blush-pink sun.
A new bride
Yet to grow, and rule.
Just as exquisite is that
Sliver you drive
Carefully, ever so carefully
Slathered with love
So your eyes seem to say
Right into my heart
Easing it bit by aching bit
With all that you don’t say.
Exquisite, the tremor
Of the dew-like drop
Latched to the quivering lashes
Before taking the plunge.
So exquisite,
I’m spoiled for any less fare.
20 April, 2017
Day#20 of #Napowrimo, 2017 – National Poetry Writing Month 2017
(Reposted on 6 April, 2020, as the Day 6 of #NaPoWriMo2020) – Yep cheat post 🙂