sleeping with spiders (9/11/10)

The red hourglass, still sitting always on a web. from here I can see you, long-legged, waiting. I said hello. please, let's not bother with it. The biting, the killing, the letting go. Mine or yours. I promise to do as I can to leave you lone, unstartled, waiting for yours. I am not for yours. I'm unwrappable in webs. Just killable, we are.