Girl, Don't Be Arachnophobic
Fly with me like the Columbia,
Exploding just short of space.
Pieces of us everywhere plastering
The Cape Canaveral sky.
Newspapers chronicling the catastrophe
Will liken it to the Fourth of July
But discard that for the Aurora Borealis
To lend a Latin tongue. So readers can
Taste how carnal it all was.
Reporters and those watching the launch
Will marvel at how everything hung taut
But couldn’t be explained.
I will be a spider spinning a beautiful web
With sentences and stanzas of silk.
It’s fucking glorious how I’m going
To do it with you.
Let’s get metaphysical, baby.
Because there’s something mystical
About dancing a few words above the floor.
Come sleep in my bed, my web
And let every image be a layer in your cocoon.
Every word you read is a fang from me to you
Slipped slowly into chrysalis with venomous love.
Don’t worry it won’t really hurt
Until I show you the moon and stars
From the height of the ionosphere
And creep away on eight, mincing legs
Back to my cocoons
So I can have myself another poem.
Exploding just short of space.
Pieces of us everywhere plastering
The Cape Canaveral sky.
Newspapers chronicling the catastrophe
Will liken it to the Fourth of July
But discard that for the Aurora Borealis
To lend a Latin tongue. So readers can
Taste how carnal it all was.
Reporters and those watching the launch
Will marvel at how everything hung taut
But couldn’t be explained.
I will be a spider spinning a beautiful web
With sentences and stanzas of silk.
It’s fucking glorious how I’m going
To do it with you.
Let’s get metaphysical, baby.
Because there’s something mystical
About dancing a few words above the floor.
Come sleep in my bed, my web
And let every image be a layer in your cocoon.
Every word you read is a fang from me to you
Slipped slowly into chrysalis with venomous love.
Don’t worry it won’t really hurt
Until I show you the moon and stars
From the height of the ionosphere
And creep away on eight, mincing legs
Back to my cocoons
So I can have myself another poem.