National Poetry Month: day 22/poem 22

Another mid-college poem dated 7/17/93 from the never-before-seen archives.


Spider

There’s a spider on the windowsill
I said I’d never write a will
But I can’t be still
Your love’s a bitter pill

There’s a pang in my heart
Because with this world I don’t want to part
I don’t know where to start
I’m lost in my art

I’m afraid your love’s a deadly bite
But this fire-love’s blinding my sight
I need you tonight
I don’t want to fight

But I love you just the same
And I know I’ll perish in your flame
Because you know how to play the game
And I can’t remember who’s to blame