Wind your web
as the spider hiding from autumn spins a home in the dark,
hidden corners of my room
comforted by the shadows that already collect there
Weave your words
as the strands that lay untied,
knot themselves together,
pulling tight the space between us
with a hope that we will become entangled
Wound your victim
as feelings fall like flies,
a long time dead and almost forgotten
caught amongst fatal kisses,
feeding your thirst,
drinking your poison