Broken Glass Metropolis

[Jett]

Thanks Andrew...



The Spider and Her Mate

What quiet game is this
that you play
silent
and unseen?
Feeling your lovers presence
with your senses
ever keen.

Tapping your web
slow and deliberate
teasing him near
waking his desire-
In a crippling flash
will he become
a drifting ash
in your funeral pyre?

His instincts betray him
with images
of rain
of sun
of love and life-
He dances for you
to indicate
his possibilities

Entycing him deeper
into your web
deliberately hiding
your intent
quiet and poised
drawing him unto you
until his grappling
passion spent-
His dance long forgotten.

Entangled in your silk
you neither kill him
nor set him free-
Are you contemplating
his unseen fate?
A fermented meal
to further sustain
your hungry feel?
Leaving him suspended
just in case?

Why is it
that you do not make
the bite
that may softly wake
or kill
his now tired
and sleeping body?

Can you not
set him free?
Held by fear
that he will flee
never knowing
your intent?
Are you not full
with the bruised
and broken
heart he lent?

What secret is it
that you keep?
What thoughts of this
you cannot speak?
Is this love?
Is this malice?
Why do you lie in wait
why do you not move
or make
your prey?
He wants to know.

[Sachita]

Originally Posted by Metropolis

Thanks Andrew...



The Spider and Her Mate

What quiet game is this
that you play
silent
and unseen?
Feeling your lovers presence
with your senses
ever keen.

Tapping your web
slow and deliberate
teasing him near
waking his desire-
In a crippling flash
will he become
a drifting ash
in your funeral pyre?

His instincts betray him
with images
of rain
of sun
of love and life-
He dances for you
to indicate
his possibilities

Entycing him deeper
into your web
deliberately hiding
your intent
quiet and poised
drawing him unto you
until his grappling
passion spent-
His dance long forgotten.

Entangled in your silk
you neither kill him
nor set him free-
Are you contemplating
his unseen fate?
A fermented meal
to further sustain
your hungry feel?
Leaving him suspended
just in case?

Why is it
that you do not make
the bite
that may softly wake
or kill
his now tired
and sleeping body?

Can you not
set him free?
Held by fear
that he will flee
never knowing
your intent?
Are you not full
with the bruised
and broken
heart he lent?

What secret is it
that you keep?
What thoughts of this
you cannot speak?
Is this love?
Is this malice?
Why do you lie in wait
why do you not move
or make
your prey?
He wants to know.

I love this. In my thread "Behind My Walls" a poem called "The Beast Within" however in the past I have written using spiders and beast as metaphors for seduction. I love the feminine mystique "moth to the flame" thing... dangerous and yet transformative.

Lust can be so many things.

This inspired me to put thought to this and see what spills from me.

Thank you