San Juan, Puerto Rico
The black widow strikes again as I dance with her in the moonlight.
- I wrote this poem with a girl in mind. One that I thought, with time, I could have fallen in love with. I usually use spiders to symbolize either love or life. I am obsessed with the webs and how much work it takes to make it, and just how delicate they are. The black widow was picked because I felt that the lust with this girl was so intense that I could have died at any time. It was absurd, but I was happy to partake in such actions (thus the dancing in the moonlight- somewhat romantic, dontcha think?)-
I couldn't bare to let go of her octa-charm and her uni-love.
-I was in lust with her. So much that I didn't want to let go (leave puerto rico to go to college). Octa-charm: it just symbolizes how much charm she has. Spiders/8 legs/octagon
Girl/2 legs/ lots of charm
The equation says octa-charm hehe....same with uni-love: one girl, one love or lust. Like I said, the lust was so intense that, with time and depth, it could have turned into love.-
She is what I've always dreamed of having.
-Do I have to explain this line?
She is her spider unit in form.
-With this I'm just exemplifying that she is herself and no other. There is no mask before her face, there is only her within her own beingness. This is something, I should say, we all like. Who likes a poser? So yeah, this line was pretty out there.-
I'm not in love with her yet, but the infatuation is unbareable.
-This brings us back to my saying that the lust(infatuation) was so great that I COULD have fallen in love with her. The word 'yet' brings about the idea that it is a possibility. However, the wait is simply excruciating.-
My vision is scewed, my motion is less, and I cannot seem to care anymore.
-Now I'm trying to describe how I feel internally. I cannot see. Also, what I mean by "my motion is less" is that I was trying to figure out what I could say. I thought of "motionless", but then came up with a better way, a secret way to say it. However, even though I couldn't see or move, it didn't bother me. I was caged within this infatuation and couldn't bring myself to care. I liked it.-
It is as if my mind has gone blind with lust, and prophetic in touch.
-This reafirms (sp?) how I am blind with this lust or infatuation. The prophetic in touch just basically means I understand what's going to happen everytime I touch this woman. It's going to feel like bliss, like heaven. I can forsee this blis, and this heaven. Nothing too complicated there. This poem is pretty simple.-
This, the poisonous venom of spider emotion, is infesting my very essence.
-I try to make it seem like I am fighting this lust and desperately losing. How sad, huh? Not really. hehe The poisonous venom of spider emotion is the feeling of a soft-core love infesting my being. I say soft-core because it was probably just the very first steps to feeling that much about a person. Hard-core love would be completely mind blowing, I had not reached that level yet.-
The take over is overwhelming, but still I cannot compel myself to break free.
-I don't think I have to explain this line. Pretty out there.-
This is it, this is the moment she and I have been waiting for.
- Ok so we both want this moment. Got it?-
The very second I willingly sacrifice my life to feed her desires.
-This is the moment. This describes what we both want. I give myself to her to feed her. Black widow, she kills....EVIL! but hey we all like evil girls sometimes. Especially a hot model from Puerto Rico with a great body and a personality to match.-
My eyes close and my heart skips a beat before it finally gives way,
- This is me preparing for my "death", so to speak. It's a new beginning. This is where I brace myself for the final take down.-
And I, I lay motionless. Dead on the cold tiles of the spider kingdom.
-The take down sucks, because I am being taken down by such a powerful force that I lose myself. Losing yourself is bad folks, no matter what anyone says. However, regardless of that, I willingly lost myself within the cold tiles of love, of the spider kingdom.-
Dead in the web of broken hearts.
-This is where my heart comes into place. It reaches love in the end. But only within its end was love reached. I could not have known it was love until I was gone, and when I was gone I could not have acted out that love was actually there. It was as if nothing was present, and the present was nothing. Therefore, I, within my death (my beginning) I fell in love. And fell I did, hard.....so hard I couldn't get up....so hard my heart broke.....ouch, huh?-
And so folks, for those who have read all of this I ask you one question: WHY!!!!!!
Go away, drink a coke....why did you put yourself through this hell?
Much love to you though. Anybody who read it all deserves a kiss from me, even if you're a guy. I am that impressed haha.
thanks guys, later
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