She was the whirler of webs that held me close to her breast
and what I liked the best
was the look in her eye
that told me untruths but I didn't cry
as her fingernails etched her pain down my back
I went back again for more and yes, she
she was the most adorable being
seeing how cruel she could be.

She was the speeding car that knocked me over
the honey bee wrapped in soft silken clover
and I stood there baring my chest willing the car to come, do its best
I'm not sure if she did
she had hidden her heart from me
and only let me see what she wanted me to see
which could be distressing
like ******* in the dark
not holding hands in the park
little things which mean a lot.

She was the car in the parking lot
ignition switched off
engine cold
At times she raced
I paced myself but she knew I was caught in her headlights
those hot nights
trapped all the same with no choice
I was lost,
but loved playing the game.

One the web was begun
and spun
around my days and nights
I couldn't sleep
couldn't keep still
enslaved to her will
I will die with her name on my lips
she won't even know
she has forgotten it was so long ago
did honey ever taste as sweet?