You weave in and out one last time. <br />A secret loneliness led you back to me. <br />I filled your void with more toxins <br />before you rose up on your moonlit spindrift. <br />Going to sleep for a very long time now. <br />Headboard morphing into headstone. <br />Cobwebs comfortable in this formidable <br />landscape we tried to cultivate. <br />You, Don Quixote, alone in my dreams <br />as if thirst had led us to drink blindly <br />of poisonous one anothers, <br />leading us here, this final resting place.<br /><br />MARINA GIPPS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spider-bite/
