Lithe aerialist, what labyrinthine patterns you trace 
across the blue! a master of your kind, 
like the human Escher 
became a little bug
to crawl his impossible mazes. 
My eight eyes slow down your spirals.

I hypnotize myself with your sinuous life.

I mimic my web across the vale like netting
just in case your trapeze snaps. 
One day it will.
I’ve seen the brown bat stalking 
your abdomen. I must keep watch. I’ll send
my sister’s fangs to mess with his mind.

Toxins in my mouth I save for… 
I'll always be here to catch you
if you

fall... 

sheer wings torn by his claws…

he missed…

…tonight, I drink the blood of thee, blood-drinker.

You sucked them warm, starved.
I'll suck you cold, comfortable,
wrapped up in my silk skirt: 
the only blanket you need
summer nights.

From your shell, I lick the sweat
abusive hands left behind.

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