Have you ever seen two spiders mating
On a silvery night?
Translucent lines of net creating
Dappled sparks of light,
The wind increasing lovers' motioned plight.
The edge, an anchor strand vibrating
Gentle steps, a message sent.
Cushioned, centered, quietly waiting,
Sensors on for prey, full bent,
She waits and calculates intent.
And here, the male from corner routing
Moving, stopping, tapping taps,
Presents soliloquies refuting
Impure aims, avoiding traps,
Calming female thrust synapse.
Ghostly shade, yet wind web-bowing,
Swinging wildly, legs held fast,
Target centered, gliding, slowing,
Listening for transmitted pass,
Ferocious need to finish task.
Close approach, the plan: diverting
Deadly fangs from hairspring tense,
Stroking long leg, softly flirting
Female form in stilled suspense,
It reaches under body dense.
Eyes unmoved, emotions heating,
Twice his size, but instinct seized,
Allows the puny male its seeding,
Still denying senses pleased,
And suddenly the freeze unfreezed.
Palps unloaded, male retreating,
Female wakened, eyes, ice cold,
Reflect her hunger, distant feeding
Long forgotten. Motions bold,
Her spinarettes now spun to hold.
Quickly twisting, male past pleading,
Berthed in cushion held so fast,
Thoughts not recalled, need receding,
Passions quickly passed to past,
It rests awaiting broken fast.
All in stillness, body shining,
Lighting stirred by moonlit scene,
Gently piercing silken binding,
Contacts form and thrusts begin
The final sacrifice within.
Juices transfer, gentle sapping
Recognized as merely flow,
Some fodder caught in timeless napping,
Slowly losing need to go,
A body's life in undertow.
Lives in pocket slowly forming,
Transferred to a silken ball,
The mix creating creatures storming,
Fleeing from the stranded hall
In haste to taste new harvests, all.
Stillness reaches center webbing,
Wind and seasons come and fall,
Age and creatures flow to ebbing,
Answering the ancient call
Of tangled web in net of life
That speaks in final words for all.
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