Today I spun a web
And thought how your curves
Shatter the moon,
I think far into myself
And receive the death I deserve,
Die into me,

I reconciled with the ways
Of your touch
And split open the thesaurus,
No words.....

Today a web
And the spindle is your
Caress when I am the salt
Of my sweat,
There is peace there,
The silken threads
Of your world,
And I would be happy a fly.