If I asked you to stop, you’d still invade me
flaunting ebony body and wings of dawn.
If I begged you not to intrude, you’d still paralyze me
my web notwithstanding, you’d still advance;
and your venom that is no venom feels so pleasant
it rushes through my insides transporting me
to an unclaimed heaven where I feel no pain
no anguish, no hunger, no loneliness, no want.
If I could ask you to stop, at this point I suppose
you wouldn’t go back and find someone else to trespass.
You lay them on me and I still can’t move
can’t feel, can’t object, can’t accept, only observe;
I wait and I wait, and in turn, so do you
so do they.
You for yours
yours for theirs
and I for yours
to mature,
hatch
and feast on my living flesh
devouring me
from the inside out.
(Inspired by the tarantula hawk)