Looking
ever so sweet in his jeans and Converse sneaks, he jumps off the cannon
and heads towards me. I take his hand and we head out into the setting
sun to go on an adventure that will lead us to strange and new places
that only our imagination can take us. With the innocence of children,
we laugh and joke and enjoy the moment for what the moment brings is
magickal and thus never ending.
The world is our playground and, like two children, we take full
advantage of it. He is the king and I am the queen. Although not of
royal blood, we have ascended the monkey bars and thus we run the
grounds as far as our eyes can see. The hobby horses are not only our
court, but also our steeds on which we gallop the grounds. Granted, the
coil that holds them in place keep us in place as well, however, only
those who would lay eyes on us would see that. Actually, we are like the
children who jump through the chalk drawing in Mary Poppins. We may not
have carousel horses, but ours are just as grand if not more so.
He has a surprise for me at a special park. There in the middle lies a
giant spider web made of cable and oh so craftily suspended. Not even
the great weaver Arachne herself could weave such a design to withstand
our weighted passions. As this is my surprise from him, I too must give
him a surprise. Being the good little spider that I am, I head to the
center of the web and beckon him to join me. The playful child quickly
begins to lose her childlike innocence and turns to a woman and then
from a woman to "the black widow." Her invite to be joined does not go
unnoticed by the boy who turns to a man and then from a man to a mate.
He heads toward me.
Although he enters the web with anticipation, I too have anticipations.
Under the full moon, we are many shades of gray and yet our true colors
show through. I entwine myself within the web rather than entwine him
and wait for him to prey upon me. This widow shall not kill her mate,
however, she will allow him to devour her. ~ 11/27/06
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