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 hand 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 which 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 woman and then from woman to "the black widow." Her invite to be joined does not go unnoticed by the boy who turns to man who then turns to mate and who heads toward me.
Although he enters the web with anticipation, I too have my own towards him. 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.
Written to and inspired a whole hell of a lot by "Nathan" who feeds my imagination loving spoonfuls!!! ~ Arachne ~ 2/23/07 @ ?
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