Sometimes,
When I look upon a spider
I think of you.
You,
In all your deadly beauty,
Master of your universe.
Your web,
A glittering galaxy,
Abound in constellations.
And I am a fly,
Trapped in your deadly embrace,
Caught in your Universe.
You bound me in your silver blanket,
As warm and as beautiful as the stars,
I flutter weakly.
Trying not to give in,
Knowing I was caught in your deadly hold,
I release my self and give in to my desire.
