Weavers.

My friends
My lovers
We are spiders
We take in the world
And let our emotions become caustic
And poison
In our guts
Our bellies
And we lay them out on the world-web
And let each other sting
And be stung
Bite
And be bitten
By our emotional poison
Made of love
And truth

We trace light patterns
Between cups of coffee
We make a web of mind
And soul
We trace dark patterns
Between glasses of wine
We make a web of us
That's whole

My lovers
My friends
We are spiders
Bugs of prey
And all the world is prey
You know
For our musings light as aether's glow

I poison myself for you
I poison myself for all of you

We reshape the world