Unexplained passion
A warm desire
Fuzzy flutters
Heaving sighs
A desperate one
And a fleeting soul
Put together
To create stories untold
And untold they remain
For the two never met
And fiercely their feelings
Flew wild, unkempt
This problem grew
In an arachnid sort of way
Eight ways could they turn
‘Til they wound up in a new coat of grime
The spider webs grew
In hazy cobs
Torturous and sticky
Forming thick clods
In their heads the spiders weaved
Day in and day out
And yet their paths would not cross
Their stories would not collide
Then, all at once
It seemed the spiders were sleeping
It was their chance
Their chance to dash
And the desperate one
Broke free of her bindings
Her hands scratched the pavement
As she struggled to hold on to dear ground
But the fleeting spirit had other plans
Better places to be
Better people to see
And remained in his slowly aging web
The despairing reached out
Pleading, pleading
Yet unheard by the one
Whom she loved
And as she sat down in regress
Closing dying eyes
Along came a spider
And sat down beside her
Making a home in her head