This Webbing

This Webbing

In webbing of our making I have wed the flower groom.
In tangles of our patterns I gave in to hovering doom.
And honeymoon with sleeping moon now looms upon a thread
That dangles, swinging 'cross our eyes that look to take to bed
 
The centuries of love already lived by seed and wind,
As we have long before begun to pollinate our twin.
And in our woven nest we'll incubate our marbled young.
And when they hatch we'll swat the one we laid most weight upon.
 
For therein lies the juices of our green and brown rebirthed;
Therein lies reflections of our spider-fly unearthed.
Therein lies the predator and prey of lovers true.
Therein lies my danger and the deepest heights with you.
 
And come ten thousand miles of spun and written million years,
This home we've started spinning will contain our billion tears.
Their wetting may have matted up a corner here or there,
But I believe that sunlight stings the best when we are bare.
 
And I don't understand just how I knew this seed you sow
Was there for me and waiting till I left the womb I know.
I don't know what lesson learned prepared me for your love,
Or what to name this trust I held so close and high above,
 
What superstition moved me onto truest paths at night.
What Holy Ghost I drew up from, what base, primordial right.
But you are here before me like a constant streaming light
That crashes over me in waving foams of warm white sight.
 
And I want all your trappings and I want your baring bones,
And I want you to feed on me beneath the danger dome,
And I want you to give up every drop of love you've grown:
I want you all the worlds and more my own unleashed genome.