walking down a
lonely dirt path
i saw there the web
of some cold eyed bloated
                  spider
its belly heaving
black and silver swells
over the moth thrashing
in its whitely seductive strands
wings failing now
like a summer romance
                  like all love
as the fangs sank in
and love will cling for
some few precious moments
                  but not for long

that spider creeps in my mind
carrying love wrapped
for feasting in the shadows
i see her over and over again
the brown scaled wings
                 of love
dangling loosely from the fangs
to feed what she is

                 she is life
                 she is everything that is

the path has grown dark
                 now
and the spider creeps
                forever
                in my mind