moments of surrender flash
bedroom eyes, and the leaping springs
reminisce the nights of love
thrusting for flesh.
why inhabit each memory and torture
the itch? bring back the bottle
from the cupboard, lie down and
listen to the train.
minutes click on the clock, cars roll
by outside the window, and one
spider webs designs in space, its
orb so geometric in its accuracy
that humans seem like control-freaks ruined
by confinement.
who would capture spiders
with moth wings, tempting the bite
of poisoned lips upon the lipstick?
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Grrrrrrr....I HATE SPIDERS IN ANY FORM...for real and imaginate!!
Love tinka
HAUNT!!
so well expessed here........
you see a memory, in every thing around you.......constant reminders
remember Charlotts Web
Amazing!
:)