Once Again Wings

Black Widow

“Don’t say it . . .
Please don’t . . .
If you corner a black widow
She’ll bite,” she said.

Relationships . . .
Whew!
What the hell am I doing?
I promised myself, “Never again” . . .

Consigned myself to the refuse-pile
Of failed romance . . .
Banished my heart and mind
From the warmth of celestial friendship . . .

It was all good.
Alone . . . at first . . . felt perfect.
I had grown cold to even the lust
For physical contact.

Then, just like the storybook goes . . .
Whamo!!!
Blind-sided by her glistening eyes . . .
And her even brighter mind and smile.

I have heard many people
Speak of the instantaneous
Innate realization
Of “Love at first site.”

Not once
Have I ever believed in it.
But this was something more . . .
More

Like love at first communication
Like love at first friendship
Like love at first understanding
It was more

“If it’s not fair,
It’s not time,”
She said.
I know she is right.

Time is not my enemy,
But my friend.
Time, friendship
And selflessness.

I have nothing but time . . .
My friendship is true.
Selflessness . . .
Well, I’m working on that one.

Caught in her sparkling web . . .
I do not struggle for freedom.
Wrapped in the winds
Of her being . . .

I hope . . .
I pray . . .
I wait . . .
For my Black Widow.