something i wrote on my bike ride.
How simple it would be to be a spider
I would find a hole and I would hide there
I’d spin a web and catch my prey
just as I had done to me.
I’ve been tied me up in this silken web
which binds me so tightly so
the tension of those pirouettes
until my heart gives in, lets go.
Love me like a tender flower
tear me up in a thunder storm
the generous kisses by a hollow tree
bracing sadness through roots beneath
fictitious love may scratch in deep
though deep enough we all can bleed
those racing hearts grow tiresome still
as mine should do, one thump, two.
I think I’d like to be a spider
so I can find a hole and I could die there.
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