Throwing up the most beautiful venomous spiders

Black widow,
crawling up my arm, you ask me a favor.
(Your many eyes winking in my direction.)
You want to tuck me into the bed
that you let your body wined.

Black widow,
This is the last night in my own skin.
Will you sleep with me tonight, without your bite?
I'm so cold,
and your venom sends chills down my spine.

Black widow,
I saw you on your web last night-
whispering to your spitted twine.
The vibrations sang out the most lovely melody
which is how you catch your flies.

Black widow,
your red scar speaks
Time will run out before you die.
you need another boyfriend to skin alive
so you have somewhere you can hide.

Mrs. and Misses

Behold our Romance!
It isn't warming any longer.
(Your hands touched my chest and I shivered)
You are the cold winds coming in from the southern hemisphere
You are the fortune of the gypsy woman's tarot.
What you lay upon me is becoming.
My mind is starting to turn,
and my legs are in motion.
Two shots of whiskey and now, I am the soothsayer.
I am dreaming of world
where we
are in love.
Two shots of whiskey and you are the dragon slayer.
With one thrust to the heart
you are a widow maker
you are justified.
I
can't
walk
through
reality
much
farther...
Imagination ends when you take off her clothes

Thread and Soil

Spring comes again vomiting cold winds.
The trees ask the grass-
“where have you buried my leaves?”
She has gathered them up to sew herself a dress,
covering herself in thread and soil.
Winter is on the rebound, frosting over the trees
she is making sweaters in multi colors
to protect them from the freeze
The sun sets a reflective smile of
orange and brown,
matching the glow of her autumn gown.