COLD COFFEE AND SPIDERS

In the after hours
After hours of fucking
All that we had next to the bed was cold coffee to drink.
I knew following every climax,
The spiders started crawling from the
walls
From the cracks and corners
Falling into the bed
Into the cups
Spinning half assed webs around my fingers
Some were crushed between our movement
Some drowned,and were downed with the coffee
And some made their way within the orifices
Covering  organs with webbing
And laying eggs to hatch
While with the next indifferent lover...