Alone with Ominous Spiders

alonewithominousspiders

Alone with Ominous Spiders

 

Alone with ominous spiders I sit,

Cocooned when imminent bliss is biting,

Their legs as many as starry nights lit

By thin-webbed tricksters with thirsts inciting.

A trip on a thread, vibration, I turn,

Feeling their tremors approaching the crux;

Center, intersection, I touch to learn

My fate, my end in the mother of flux.

Scurrying over my form, they quiver,

Pushing my skin through disgust into song,

Fantasy sounds, the keys to discover:

Monsters of sorrow got destiny wrong.

What is the sense in a spidery dream?

Solitary change yields pleasures extreme.

Talking to you is way more interesting than talking to myself. What do you think?