The Spiders' Pets
By Tatiana Pahlen

Oh women the eyes that gleam,
Their sharpened rays exploit its weapon,
They cause your chill or make you steam,
Or bite again the rotten apple.

The lighter steps of finest legs
The firmer hearts of dulcet vixens,
Providing calmly love and sex,
They suck your brain howling at crescents.

Fetching blandly into their net
They make believe you are in Heaven,
But when they are done you're plainly dead –
The underground's casual tenants.

November 24, 2000

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