The Hornet and the Spider

in playground quiet
childhood swings
spinster sinister spinning
spreading lattice
marking the artflow
soul pneumatics
welcoming Spring
in dark corners
for palpable thing

black diamond
vampirical suspense
queen of the hunt
indomitable
definable
exquisite
mortifiable preying
in all her splendour
corpulent
crowned with obsidian
eyes incorporeal jewels

master-crafted her world
far from other realms
interweaving
interconnected
conduits
not a thread was left
of this intricate system
ethereal
microcosmic internet

when the children
came out to play
saw her they did
decorating the swings
and her monstrous display
but saddened her that
with fear filled screams
they all ran away

soon there was a lone pilot
drunken with pulp
spoils of war
traversing the grounds
to orchard yonder
tracing her sent
of oblivion
neutralising
pheromones
perennial seduction
with her bow he was bent

navigation was “Z”
then a “C” formation
before “V’ing” into the web
sticky instrumentation
trampolining for a time
octal oscillations
sending vibrations
along a vast network of lines

she absorbed them all
into her thriving hub
delighted
every twing and twang
harmonic penetration
electrifying crescendos
orgasmic trills
as the trapped
stringed sextet played
desperate to orchestrate
constituent escape

when her unphlegmatic
senses relaxed
many mirrors detected
a thing of yellow & black
striped conductor
another handsome courter
her legs quickly tapping
up and down octagonals
like Singer needles
madly striking
material immaterially
dragging dripping vulva
bringing into focus
this brandnew sight

drrrrrrrrawing nearer
twitching her fangs
deciding which nectar
to taste, to bear
from abasement
cauldron concocting
femme fatal formula
bad absynthe
honeyed hexation
waxing empirical lab

treacle lethal
injection?
or that of paralysis?
catatonic acids?
or hybrid combined?

As she edged near:

Spider: “greetings my friend
              you seem a bit stuck
looks like you ran out of luck”

Hornet: “greetings my lady,
 Im so glad you’ve cum to save me,
 my you are the prettiest sight
 in this battlescarred land
 a source of bedazzlement
 to drive any man mad”

She batted her eyelids
and swooned her
voluptuous form to one side

Spider: “oh really? you’re too kind
 compliments out here
 are so few and far behind”

Hornet: “it is the most unfortunate circumstance
  that brings me to this trap
  I was on a reconnaissance
  but consumed too much sap”

Spider: “well Ive been enjoying the symphony
you are so skilfully conducting
 in these parts of infamy”

Hornet: “you are mistaken my thing of beauty
 I am creature of war
 with built in attack
 and a harvester,
 and messenger, this way and that”

Spider: “sir, you are a natural musician
               and you don’t even know it,
        manipulator of women
 philandering poet”

Hornet: “I don’t understand,
 how could this be so?
 you and I are so different
 yet fate has brought us together
 to this unusual home
 every part of me is drawn
 to your multiple eyes
 reflecting a myriad of worlds
 and your soft voice, so soothing
 smooth as dragon pearls”

Spider: “I am an artist
 and compelled to create
 that’s why we are here,
 I think and then make.
-would you like to be free?
and return to finding your tree?”

Hornet: “O yes I want to be
 free of these binds
 and then I will gift you
 with my member
 a thing that will please you
 and you will always remember”

Spider: “and Ive heard those members
can be quite dangerous…..
and cunt wait to receive it,
but first I must give you a needle
-an anaesthetic
you’ll feel a bit
catalepsic, magnetic”

Hornet: “why my sweet deliverance?
  my exoskeleton
  would only be a hinderance”

Spider: “I’m a nurse, trust me
– in order for you
to be released
you must be relaxed,
and at ease
every limb from top to bottom,
now be still and recieve”

so with that
she carefully climbed
upon the hornets’ back
mandibles searching
for an opening in the armour
and inserted the stinger to one side
his vision became double,
then triple
and slowly went limp
while in this dreamy state
she quickly scrambled around
and looked him in the eyes
pupils roaming
death-hypnotic
voice in unending rhyme

Spider: “I am Arachnid kind
and you are Vespidae
our houses at war for centuries
ancient enemies
and now you are all mine!”

Hornet: “but I thought that we….
 could exist together….you and I…..
 though we are forbidden,
 never knew the true
 meaning of beauty
 until I saw you…..
 never really loved before
 until I chanced upon……
 such a thing of fertile talent
 and wild virtues”

Spider: “but we will be together
 my sweet suitor,
 when I drain you into me
 we shall be one
 and fulfil your dream”

Hornet: “really together?
 …….”

Spider: “Yes, you and I forever
 husband and wife for all time
 and all pleasure”

Hornet: “I…..can’t…….wait…..
 for…..our……fate”

Spider: “and we shall have little ones
to rear and bring up together
a big happy family
our chested treasure”

but even with glassy hexed vision
he could somehow see through
the smile of her dripping fangs
felt something was wrong
-was she really saying these things?
did she really mean it?
was there ambivalence or ambiguity?
or was it just the toxin coursing through
his entymological design?
taxing his taxonomy?

then with every ounce of strength
he had left
slowly unsheathed his stinger
then jerked it like a back-kicking
crustacean
driving it deep into her abdomen
injecting anathema
skewer of indignation

And uttered:

Hornet:  “now we are one…..”

She replied:

Spider:  “now….we……are one…..”

and they dangled there
in full embrace
unmoving
uninterrupted
unanimous animation