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Tangled nightly in my blankets
I have found vulnerable solace
within the web you have cast
before my myopic eyes.
I once was…the fly.
He who was snared
within the artifices of your confines.
It was there that I waited
spellbound in your haven.
Safety within the minds of some seekers
can be found within the depths of danger.
Within that preserve they find themselves
and face death as though it were eternal love.
Again, there I had tarried
eagerly waiting to give myself to you.
I close my eyes
and all that was in front of me
becomes incomplete
and all that I felt was close
becomes distant.
I wait for the shadows to approach;
I wait for my self fused sanctuary
constructed of dream threads to quiver…again…
I am calmed by a distant remorse.
I hear pulsations…palpitations
then the flutter of a yearning heart.
You have finally come… a ruse?
I remain still as I am entwined
within each spinneret of preservation.
With passion…I am strangled.
In this tomb…I am embedded in romance.
You want me like yesterday
as I am still willing to give today!
Play me as though
I were still the Violin of your dreams.
Crave me as does the Wolf.
Seduce me…Black Widow
till death do I part;
till death and eternal unity.
Yet, I wake in these silken threads;
raveled and entangled,
a hostage of a repetitious dream.
Today, as yesterday,
I will try to focus
on what lies before me
and wonder why you left me
for the one who wanted
to break free.
8~10~07
