Like a master, you web and weave. With your smooth
silky words you pull me in. I know there could be danger
as I walk through the darkness. Darkness, tickled with the
sparkles of your web. That beautifully crafted web made
just for me. Each thread holds a memory, a memory of our
love, of what has been, and what could be. You stand so
tall and sure as I walk deeper into your trap. Walls of
silver begin to close in with each step taken. The air grows
thicker, my skin, slick and sticky. You move with precision
as your long fingers take hold of your prey. Turning,
twisting my body into webs of desire. I am stone as you
cocoon everything I am. I wait in a dreamlike slumber
for you to devour every ounce of who I am and ever will be.
Still, breathing slowly, caught in your web.
© Stephanie Cardozo, 2016. Stephanie Cardozo, All rights reserved.