OSU Poetry: The Courtship of the Spider Lover By Erika Beaver

Monday, June 10, 2013

She crawls through the spaces

of my wooden architecture,

Calm and quiet as she waits

for the crickets to cross her path.

She stays in her home,

A small, cozy, glass box.

She is used to living with us.

We aren't scared of her anymore.

Along the long, long road

of feeling each others fir.

Till all the creepy crawly

chills we've shared.

I scoop her up in my hand

and pet her.

He crawls through the cracks

of my stone foundation,

sly and sleek as

I tempt him with food.

He stays out of habit; I cook

out of love for things that move.

We grow accustomed to each other's

trails and smells, the skins we've shed

along the long, long road

of rubbing each other smooth.

Till all the skins we've shed lie sparkling

like so many stones in this desert land.

I scoop him up in my hand

and eat him.

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