The Kiss Of The Spider Poem by RIC BASTASA

yours is the kiss of the spider
mine is the touch of the feather
yours is the sting of a bee
i am delighted i am bitten i am inflamed
with love

if you are the sniper aiming a gun at me
i am your most easy target

and when you squeeze the trigger
i shall face you
with all the weakness of an honest man
i shall stare at the bullet
penetrating the softest chamber of my heart

now you must know how to love
as you kill the most willing victim
falling from the firm stand of integrity
into the slums of shame

how foolish! how stupid can i be!
my friends and foes all say
you have the gun and i come near you
now squeeze, look at me, do i look like i need pity?

on your selfishness i have long died
how can you kill me then?
love dies only once and that is courage enough
to muster and be gone for good.