Love arachnid style
Opaque your intent
When I saw those blazing eyes
Yes, I was entranced
Hover or have her
Will your flaming torch burn me
Or guide me in love?
Let me touch your face
To breathe in that breath of yours
Crush me in your arms
As my vision fades
It’s but a nebulous thought
What did I do wrong?
Cut up on the slab
So my timing was not right
It’s bleak when eaten
That''ll be one bad timing with a side of hash brown gnats.
ReplyDeleteFunny, this wordle seems to lend itself to desire.
From a web of desire to the sad end!! It came crashing down like a tonne of bricks!!
ReplyDeleteEach verse seems like it is dedicated to a creature and for me the second verse reminds me of two glow-worms in love!! ;)
Something about it I didn't like...to love and be eaten...no thanks.
ReplyDeleteIt happens. We love what we eat? I think we do or we wouldn't eat it! Interesting wordling.
ReplyDeleteOne wonders at times why the males haven't gotten wise to the whole practice and gone their own way, continuation of the species be damned. I know a few people who would be very happy if they never saw another spider, although I like them just fine, as long as they are small.
ReplyDeletegerat concept, Old Egg. written
ReplyDeletewith that delicious fear and trembling when faced with a new
'exciting' lover- who just may
crush us
but have hope - it could be the
other way around.
That is an interesting point of view. Usually they are just stepped on. You have added a reason to think before we crush.
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed bleak to be eaten..more so to be caught in the trap..your poetry has a dark thread at times..which of course..i love..
ReplyDeleteyes indeed, bad timing can be the death on you
ReplyDeleteIsn't there a species of spider that when they mate, the female then eats the male? For me this is inferred in your chilling wordle.
ReplyDeleteI laughed out loud when I read this and tip my hat to anyone who can write from an insect's perspective! Love it! :)http://wabisabipoet.wordpress.com/2013/05/19/nebulous/
ReplyDeleteIt creates a frightful impression of being caught in a spider's claws - a big spider! Nicely!
ReplyDeleteHank
I think many of us have been "eaten" in love!
ReplyDeleteWhirling with Robert Frost
That title is a killer.
ReplyDeleteWhat a title!!
ReplyDeletegravity rolls around defying physics
Fascinating twist with those wordless! Nice job.
ReplyDeleteReally lovely Old. It's always such a treat to come here for love poems. You're so good at them. :)
ReplyDeleteI have exceptionally bad timing, it borders on supernatural at times! This is a gorgeous, emotional, and raw poem I loved it =)
ReplyDeleteIt is all about desire, Robin. Well done.
ReplyDeletePamela
This is fabulous, iced with a black widow ending.
ReplyDeleteVery well done. Gave me shivers to imagine seeing a spider cut open on the slab and eaten.
ReplyDeleteSpiders as in all things in nature have a unique way of survival.
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