I want to be free with you

I covet spiders, their language seemingly frail.
I love their eyes, frayed uneven and perfectly threadbare.

I covet spiders, such beauty mirrored in disgust.
I love their hands, a sculptor's joy married to their hunger.

I covet spiders, they sleep with me in bed.
I love their lips, wondrously painted in ritual blood.

I covet spiders, such lovely children.
I love their shadows, delicate and predatory.

I covet spiders, let me eat your flesh.