With what silken threads we weave the web to bind our loves. How tenderly they’re trapped; with kind caresses, we kiss them into oblivion. And when unconscious, how sweetly do we **** the life from them!
Do they struggle in the silken web, and know that they are being caught? Or do they look into our fixed eyes, and lose themselves in depths of need and pity there?
Struggling to free you, I tear the web to pieces. Cast upon the ground, I watch you flutter off, and wait, self-bound, until I become the prey of some unkinder devourer. * *