Sweet Tentacles
A patient spider waits,
with its cobwebs of dreams
and a few that it borrows from clouds.
Too many have come crawling
on dark nights - unaware, unguarded.
It has kept souvenirs,
For the times to prove.
There have been a few who escaped,
A few, it had let go.
On rainy days, it has seen how men fall
on weaker grounds.
A patient spider waits -
with its claws dipped in that sticky ink,
we call love.
- 2016
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