She spelled her illusion,
Protracting with discretion,
Like a spider weaving the cobweb,
One thread at a time.

And her aura,
Girdled me,
Winding me in a trance,
And before I knew,
I was draped in her swell,
Encircling to a serene abode.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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