This isn't Christmas, Toto. Just a bit of nature. What do you see? Dewell
BLACK WIDOW
She encases her ebony body
in a gossamer wrap, concealing
a scarlet birthmark.
He mounts the web, seeking her---
his small heart pounding
as he tangles in the mesh.
Four endless nights they shake
the strong, sticky lacework
snagging and shredding the edges.
On the fifth day she closes her eyes,
curls bruised legs under her hourglass---
his time has run out.
-Dewell H. Byrd
BLACK WIDOW
She encases her ebony body
in a gossamer wrap, concealing
a scarlet birthmark.
He mounts the web, seeking her---
his small heart pounding
as he tangles in the mesh.
Four endless nights they shake
the strong, sticky lacework
snagging and shredding the edges.
On the fifth day she closes her eyes,
curls bruised legs under her hourglass---
his time has run out.
-Dewell H. Byrd