Arachnid LoveTraveling over sticks and stonesA wayward lover is coming homeThe wind whistles and harshly blowsBut even that can't drown out the soundNever to emerge againA spider entered his lady's denThoraces were hanging everywhereHer abdomen loomed--white and bareAfraid, he took the thread to seek, andNature told him what to speakAwed eyes sparkled in recognition, and sheEmbraced him in a quick decisionLanguid love followed repetitionEvening came and the moon looked downAt arachnid lovers together boundGlared at he who lay so stillLeered at she who made the kill...But his deadEyes stared back, happy and filledTraveli
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