Planted helpless at your side

Sucked and released by the earth

You have left behind for me to tend.

A bindii integument threatens,

I pull it out—reckless with its spines.

Spiders erupt, unsettled,

Scuttling, angry earth.

Your golden hair has turned green.

I trim it, reminiscent.

Has time returned it

For your sacrifice?

I bend close to kiss your forehead.

A spider, rigid, ready

To meet it with The Bite

Defends you from my affection

Upon the crest of your distance.

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