I Spy With...

Entry by: jaguar

21st March 2017
The Losing Of Her

I spy with … the ending got lost
as she crouched down, intent
on something I couldn’t see.

I lowered my eyeline
caught movement, water,
a mess of frogs sliding
over, under, through each other
in a few mean inches of pond.

Couldn’t drag her little eyes away
until my spasming thighs
forced me to stand,
break the spell of the spawning,
take her, transformed,
home to you.

I went back alone
watched the spawn grow
into a shiver of beings in balls,
a push for separation,
a crawling out of sight.