SPIDER

by Martin Aquino
(Buenos Aires, Argentina)

I dream about a spider
of crimson coloured crystal
a carved diamond
washed in blood....

That comes down in circles
from a high, dark place
to stalk its prey
and kill with stealth.

The assasin spider
its heart pierces
to devour the flesh
and suck up the juices.

But I daresay
to understand
the strenght of her passion
like an hourglass of sand...

And my despairing feelings
every day and every night
that her evolving net
might take my breath away.







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