your wiry, spidery arms reach out to me
softly and slowly
grazing my shoulder
making me shudder,
a sudden draft over my left.
lazily my eyes' sight grazes the corner
but i return to my tedious task
ignorant that you are still there
weaving
looming, you whisper something inaudible and breathy
something I take to mean you are not interested
not in me or in this place we cohabit
so I shrug my shoulders and hum to myself
a song I learned while unawares
(something from the radio of my subconscious
which has found it's way onto my lips from some hidden memory)
a hear cotton candy being unspun;
it caresses my ear
filling me with ether so that you begin to frighten me
the way a child is afraid of the dark
but sleeps fitfully
anyhow
at daybreak I cannot see past the mesh
(however did I arrive here?)
you’ve done your crafty work with my silent consent
and I am yours now,
I suppose.
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