236: I Beg Your Time

You laugh, and I give chase,

a spider

weaving fragile nets of silver

for your voice to pearl

like precious dew.

I admire them, these pearls,

these gleams, these fragments,

of you.

Moments, seconds, minutes

of your time.

With every thread I beg, but this

is something that can't be said

aloud. I leave it in the threads

and watch and listen and store

the pearls that are you.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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