Velvet Sins
Poem.
As spiders crawl
upon your skin
Do you wince or whine
Lie awake at twilight
as spindles
Spin lacy traps
Across your window
and beyond
As spiders nest
inside openings
Nooks and crannies
Do you wish for death
Hunting as they do
for warmth
Bodily moisture offers comfort
For the weary eight-legged beast
In your nasolacrimal they rest
To find a mate
and meal they must
Your breath falters
As your heart quickens
The chimes of death
The clock strikes midnight
Long the path
To dawn
Your saviour
Crooked
And wrought with terror
What lies in wake
Then breed
between your thighs
On velvet skin
and wanting lust
Where the swollen sins
lay bare
Though you wish
To cry, to scream
Their razor legs
Approach
Your maw stays shut
Teasing twixt lips plush red
You feel the strike
As they intrude
And take you
As their host
Say farewell
To day, to night
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Paul Stewart
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Comments (4)
Well if I didnt have arachnophobia before…
HATE spiders, but very nice poem
I can't wait for more.
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