95 {Queen Spider}

Two walls compress me
in the night
dusting under
green thick thunder
rolling me over
this is all over
stretching my portico
stereoscopic overflow
of a boy wonder underscore
a dunce number one
shiny black plastic
like legs caress
my caustic heart
arachnid aphrodite
such a sick sweety
loves to stroke her web
among the mess
of my mind collecting
dusted confections
of twisted dreams
tunnels of perversity
eight legged university
she teaches me
so many secret
ways of drawing connections
sticky maze of thoughts
everything intersecting
relayed in strays
of dark rays
casted by the shadow
of a web
well made
specific and lovingly
for one prey