A spider sits on its web connecting

Person to person, melding psyches

And souls entwined like encapsulated flies

A swift glance, the hint of a smile

An unintentional fly-trap

No one means to fall in love

But we all fall anyways

The spider doesn’t want to force

Connection on its prey

But when it’s just you and me cocooned

Do we have any other choice?

Words are the web’s scissors

The lash of a tongue does

Worse a wound than a knife

Ever really could

We spout silk from our mouths

Wrapping another like presents to ourselves

Yet we carry scissors just in case

We don’t appreciate the texture

The spider is apathetic

It’s seen this time and time again

It’s got the next few flies ready

It knows i’ll mess it up

It hurts to pull off the sticky

Silk binding you to me

So much so just a glance in the hall

Tightens the string around my neck

I wonder if the spider intends

To have my wrists rubbed raw

By the tearing of band-aids

Covering raw wounds of black widow bites

Is there an antidote i can take

To allow myself a break,

A second,

A moment to recover

Before another lover

Entwines into me

At the spider’s gentle tug