Ambuscade
. . . a strange female is a narrow pit.
She also lieth in wait as for a prey . . .’
Prov. 23
He scurries around the desert sands, a palp
a thrum, he scents her pheromonéd air
She signs an interest from her lair, he stares
Beguiled, she meets his stance, he foils her clasp
He moves into her burrowed den, he strokes
her hairy abdomen. He plants his sac
into her gonopore. Tarantula avoids
so-longs, those lingering lookings-back.
Ambuscade
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Re: Ambuscade
I like this strange and short “romance”. Especially the close where he avoids the long, lingering look back...