Since We Are Seldom Decoded
Caught in cobwebs, smothered by your love
Into the dusty corners of infinity,
A black widow, eight-armed, guards her prey
From those that pry and prod and harm
The skeins of love are sticky, intricate
Diadems in the rustiness of space
We exude ourselves to weave a web
To amaze and stultify the earth
| Contributors: | F, Apsley. |
| Poem finished: | 5th October 2004 by F. |