I loved her with all my might
Desired her as the interminable wolf does the shepherd’s life
She was the other, shedding the light with which she was born pregnant
Going stably, thought we might have babies if I got the leg over
If she got me on the right night, one text and I’d leg it over
But she proved herself a spider lady
When I made to let go and leave that place
I found that an adhesive silk web held me fast in place
A stinger resin-slathered kept hidden beneath her finery all this time
Now climbs behind, looms like a crook beside her head
For, she said,
Things you have done and what you have not done yet
Like a flail from a melee in some love-malaise’d knight’s tale
She swung her glistening point toward me
Only the untoward thickness of my finery saved me
Like those stories you hear about tobacco tins
Saving tailtuckers from firing squads in the 1910s
With her cruel gravy injected me past tense.
Alchemisland 
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