Monday 25 April 2022

a tryst with love

Two large wood spiders hung, by the electric gyeser
They seemed to be still, one more so than the other
The other seemed to twiddle its fangs, just so little
While the other seemed to sway at the breeze of my hand's wave
It splashed some water to disturb the duo
Only to drop both to the wet bathroom floor
The she spider quickly crawled away, quite angry
While the he spider stayed toppled belly up and still
It seems the he spider had hoped for some love
How ghastly and brutal often love entangled in nature can be
The he spider was consumed by love and his lover
To then live on as a part of her flesh and little spiderlings 

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