the spider was conspicuous in
death
as conspicuous as it was discreet
alive
spiders reigned in his house
if it was too large he captured
it under a glass allowed it to retreat up from its mouth then placed his hand
under it and removed the spider to the out of doors
some it seemed were large enough
to feed on a newborn kick the desiccated body out between the bars of their crib
and hide it
though not that they made that
effort or ever would
he didnt have a baby to try them
on
their deadtheir meals were always
more apparent than they were either
suspended alone in worked webs or found on window sills haplessly bound in silk
he watched a jetblack spider
crawl up the white wall at the foot of their bed
at first he was struck by its
audacity its stunning alacrity in broad
daylight the sun streaming through the open east-facing window doubling
its size with its cast shadow
he moved to slip the sheets not
wake his girlfriend to fetch a glass and trap it
but it occurred to him then a behaviour so unlike its secreting its usual
ninja stealth that he let the muscular tension to rise leak away and relaxed to
watch its intent to see if a pattern might
emerged in its wake he imagined penciling
a line behind it tracing its way as it wend
from when he saw the spider over
his girlfriends covered heel he estimated distinguishing by the line of the
floor that it proceeded on a steep seventy degree angle
his imagined line
evaporated no curlicues were going to
present themselves or any elaborate font or perhaps a communique in a foreign language
the spider took a bead on some
point up the wall and head down eyes closed followed it
it stopped just inside the line
created by the side of his bed and up the wall and an inch from the ceiling
there the spider seemed to crouch
crab up tense to spring he thought
where he didnt think
his girlfriend sleepily nuzzled
her face to his armpit her hand sleepily to his cock and caressed him
she didnt open her eyes
she usually found the spiders in
the house and asked him if he would please evicted them
if she wasnt home and he saw
one he let it be(she had to earn her keep
– Ha)
he wasnt concerned shed notice
this one despite its black conspicuousness
it was high up and long ago he
learned as a child he determined that people didnt look up
when he played hidenseek out of doors
hed climb a tree near where who was counting aloud to one hundred
he watched them
at one hundred they would take
their hands from their eyes and yell Ready or not here I come
and even though when they turned
he was in their line of sight they didnt see him
they didnt look up
she wouldnt either
and she definitely wouldnt as her
gentle sleepiness fluttered and nudged towards amorous her slow caress
responding to his hard-on and on to a firm playful tugging her breath quickening
Good
morning
Good morning love
I
have something for you
You do
what she had she didnt say
her mouth was full
he pulled the sheet off her
mussed head so he could better watch
she watched back
then kissing the inside of his
thighs she slipped up towards his face and mounted him
he watched her tits bounce he
clutched them pinched her nipples grabbed her hair pulled it pulled her down to
his mouth but she rolled her head then side to side she refused to kiss him she
pulled her head up and away he grabbed her by the hair and pulled it he pulled
her hair hard turning her head she ground him harder he pulled her hair she put
her fingers in her mouth and sucked them moved them in and out of her mouth he
yanked her hair she sucked harder ground harder his spine gasped he let go of
her hair she quickly leaned down and kissed him then turned a reverse cowgirl
and rutted he grabbed her hips he watched
himself enter and emerge enter and emerge he watched her beautiful ass move shiver
then he pushed her forward she grabbed the foot of the bed not to topple off it
on all fours he fingered her she thrusted back against his hand he listened to
her breathing close close closecloser then he slipped his wet fingers out of
her tasted her grabbed her hips and bucked buckedthe daylight going out of his
eyes they GASPED GASPEDandGASPED and gaspedgasped
he flipped her over and collapsed
on top of her
his face in her armpit
he kissed his way up to her mouth
she kissed him deeply
Good morning she said Lets lay
here a bit . .
. . Then Ill make us a French press
Yes please
Im pleased Yes
Yes
when he rose to make coffee he
discreetly looked up at the spider
it hadnt move
its crouched seemed etched black
and walking naked to the kitchen
he realised it was dead
better than two weeks later he hadnt
taken it down off the wall
it seemed to him if the spiders
last venture was that boldthat brazen it
would be disrespectful to sullen it with his human hands
when the spider fell
it would fall
its death also etched the remembrance
of a lovely morning
redeemed the nuance the singularity
life
and death
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