The industry of nature catches sunlight
in its glistened trap.
Like a choker necklace strung
in temporary displacement,
alluring in its nakedness,
enticing the eye.
In its siren siege of senses,
I would adorn you in its lace.
If I could translate its delicacy
I would lay its ornament
upon your neck
and possess
you in its entrapment.
This is not a web
spent by an anonymous spider
overnight by starlight.
This is the dangerous
and perilous
crafting of jewel
to ambush
imagination and passion.
I would lay its ornament
upon your neck.
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