I saw in you.
what I see in her.
The color of hope.

He finds himself hanging again,
By a spider’s thread
manipulated by a master,
A master puppeteer

She caught me, bit me
time and time again, and again until
She left an intoxicating feeling.

As he looked up, he could only marvel,
at the lustrous thread,
an assortment that ran through him.

He didn't care about pain.
He didn't care how he was used.
Huh. It was all narcotics to him.

As he looked up, he saw her daggers.
they were dripping with ecstasy,
as she bit into her lower lip

He just couldn't get enough.

Their soul’s resonance kept the thread strong,
through it, she could feel him.
and he could feel her; Everything.

I knew what she was after
he didn't mind. He has what he wants.
She filled her hourglass with,
the red pigmentation of my blood.

After a long sleep
he saw morning dew on the thread
and the line snapped.
an almost empty shell remained

He landed on the next spiders thread
She was happy
and so was he,
virtuoso at all times.
As they both shared the nectar of life.