Underneath Her Web Poem by Vincent Onyeche

She's as thick as a beetle
As fearlessness as battle
Her boldness protrudes
Like appendages of a spider.

She's not the cover blankets
But my lovely guidian angel,
Underneath her soft arms
Is where I safely dwell.

When it shines or rain
She sets up an umbrella
To cover my labile medullar
And my hydrohobic skin.

She's my lovely superhuman
Her stories I write and tell
In poetries with a broken arm;
For she has that flames of hell.

Underneath her sticky webs
I feel safe and free from preys.
She has this cruelty combinations
Of patience, and creative powers.

She's a phenomenon woman
My eternal Chandler
My life sweetener
Safe I am, underneath her arms.