The spider

I am ran roughshod      
Like the itsy bitsy spider      
Trying to attach with purposeful mouth        
Open to spout      
Tried claw and string      
But to the way      
Down        
       
Seek pockets of air      
Seek dry spots        
And shiny faces        
That seem to glow knowing        
I shrink in awe        
And admiration        
       
To sew pleasure        
Of any fine kind        
And thread a weave of solid wisdom      
That holds against another’s struggle      
       
My design shimmers wet blues        
In an early morning sun      
Dew drops pool        
Fat and on the verge      
Of translucent spill      
       
The ground breaks open      
Seemingly steaming pockets      
The mud is boiling        
Beneath my curling toes      
(Withers me a dirty girl)  
       
Announcing the arrival of the summer sun      
And devastation to lacquered        
And gleaning whispery        
Intentions to hold and keep        
What I would like to be mine      
Might give a fuck        
If it would mean the death of you      
       
Fully consumed      
And wild eyed shrink      
Utteral garbage      
To my exoskeleto-ish loins      
       
Like a moth to this      
Your ego        
And my belly would be plump      
With the fight to full away this falling        
     
What a pretty red spot    
My tummy ripe with this    
Eyed wink    
A hey baby    
Come on in    
       
To take a nip      
Of your cool skin        
Providing paralytic failure of heart        
And blind myself from the actuality      
Cold calculated removal of it      
From my greedy seek        
   
(Yes I still crave this snack)    
But treats the body poorly    
       
But let’s see if I can separate my      
Itsy bitsy self        
From these turn of events      
I see you spy        
My resilient and lady laced        
Composure        
All the way down        
       
I might give a fuck that I fall        
I do hate to think        
It would be in front of you      
       
There is a wellspring      
I might drain into      
And be sewed back out of      
With skin and an upright back      
And a red mouth        
That another would be moved to kiss      
And listen to with faith        
and wholehearted interest      
As I tell secrets        
       
The ones my body no longer wishes to keep  
 
Ghostly plumes of removal  
Float me away  
A request to God  
Sans metaphor  
I might give a fuck  
Enough to write a literal expression  
 
Might take my itsy bitsy self  
And shove her up your ass