Spider Web

By Nikki Quismondo

there's you, a limitless being,
tipsy in the v-shaped canyon,
similarly, like images of conch shell secrecy,
the atmosphere, thin in faint whispers,
where your breath lands upon each and every fragment
the star particles that sneak into shiny
glimmer lights, is where your heart broke free,
and in front of me,
a spiderweb
designed like a natal birth chart,
wheeling out into the midnight universe...