Recent. Can’t sleep so I write. Freestyle.
Black Spider
She tip toes above me
Silent laughter draws her near
Loud thoughts she does not fear
His pacing in-tune with the wind
His words I can not mend
Long legs grasping for a hold
Movements growing ever more bold
Fog
Hazy blur
Black Spider
Legs of fur
Her presence draws me to him
The future seems so dim
God’s message
Devil’s toy
Black Spider
Gift of joy
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