The Spider & The Man
A contemplative poem about spider eyes
I am enraptured by the eight fallen stars caught in your eyes
The way I was once captivated by the fathomless black of my hatred.
In the dark, against the pavement, your drusy eyes glitter up at me.
.
At me.
.
Not the towering trees whipping in the wind nor the dog running past,
But at me, the creature caught in my own mesmerizing web of curiosity.
The Milky Way dances above but you look only at me with those big eyes.
.
Doe eyes.
.
Soft with a childlike wonder, soft with the innocence of wanting to know,
Soft with a recognizable gentleness of the soul that I've seen in the mirror.
Unblinking, unafraid, unwilling to be anything but interested, you stare.
.
And I stare back.
.
Because I couldn't fathom before this glittering night that you too wept
Inside the depths of your soul at the strange differences this universe
Served to you in the depths of its kind eyes, glittering down from above.
.
At us.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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