Spiders do Fall in Love.

By Rajiv Gohil

I'm like a spider crawling in your hair....

I don't frighten you, not shiny enough for you to care.

Your friends tell you about me limping,

Trying to tuck a strand or two,

Behind your ears.

You don't kill me,

Nor do you descend me to your fingers.

You looked at me through that red tinted mirror,

Didn't smile, no disgust,

I wonder if you are walking me down this street,

To get rid of me,

Or maybe, buy paper to build me a house.

I fear you will feed me to your canary,

You sit down to paint,

I search for you in the orange water...

You walk on to dine,

I search for you in the spoons.

All eight legs of mine, now smell of shampoo.

You escort me to bed,

Tie your hair up,

I fall down on your math test,

Red, wet and signed.

You crushed that page,

And what else died?

Now a spider flies in the afterlife looking in your eyes,

Two things dead, both, whose honesty you despise.

By Rajiv Gohil