i was naught but a moth seeking the light only to find myself ensnared in her web
the more i struggled against the bonds that held me the tighter they wrapped themselves
soon all that was left of the me that had once flown so freely through the warm summer air
was a dessicated shell that more resembled the me that crawled across the limbs for succor
and she soon forgot the tuft of web that once held dreams and hopes and needs and life
her many eyes stared off towards the same light that once called to me as she waits patiently
another lover another meal another diversion would find the silken strands of her need
in the end that is all any of us would ever be to her as we sit forgotten out of sight
her many limbs gracefully skittering across the invisible net that hangs soft upon the breeze