Entrapped
like twisted mangroves
tangled amid the swamps
of the everglade marsh
~*~
Weaved
into the vision of a
predator's web of pleasure
looming from a maestro's harp
~*~
Embedded
in a garden of budding roses
with thorns to capture the
butterfly in filaments of forever more
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