A spider in it's web,

is a mistress

of a myriad things:

for instance,

a five finger exercise,

or a full bare breast on which,

a hand is tenderly spread.

On canvas space,

spider forms evoke layers of

meanings.Imagine this:

from secret holes of

moonlit camphor trees,

come out love-lorn female spiders

wanderers of dark nooks,

enticing perfect mates.

The deceptive calm

in them is the most

dangerous precept,

if you know the spider

the way you should.


I watch her sitting on the floor

at the far end of

the poorly lit room where

a group is in it's

usual squabbling

she is bored, still aroused

no one else,  and she

looks at my lips

The spider web

is a sign language she

communicates:

she playfully points her finger

down between her legs.

Curious, I strain my eyes

in the oily yellow light,

see the phantom of a spider:

dark, sinister with a gleaming eye.
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