Friday, October 10, 2008

Black Spiders

They crawl on your walls in autumn
across your diseased breast
cling to the surface seeking out heat
because sometimes life outside is cold

even now black spiders creep
along walls to find somewhere
warm to hang --
their legs so fragile.

Nothing that delicate
can last.

Fly me to the moon
he said
Your nipples are so beautiful --

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