A fine spiders web

He loved me with a fine, fierce love

he put me on a pedestal, bought me fine clothes, jewellery

fed me rich foods, fancy meals,

gave me perfumes that suggested strange things.

He introduced me to his family and friends, saying “ meet my girlfriend” as if I had no name.

and all the time I could feel a spiders web weaving me into his world.

One fine morning I stared out the the window of my gilded cage and saw a spider

she caught a little jeweled beetle, wrapped him in silk and stashed him in the corner of her web, then went back to polishing her perfect web.

And I knew

I took off my finery, left the golden chains on the coffee table, took only what I came with.

The old crow who lived in the oak tree was the only one who saw me go,

as I stepped over the stile, she cawed, I think she said ‘good luck’.

Later I met someone else, he didn’t buy clothes for me or chain me with gold.

But he tied my heart to his with an ever expanding silver thread.

If I needed him, he was there, if I need space, he brought me a train ticket.

I afforded him the same dignity

Together or apart

we are one

Love is not possesion,

if you are choked or chocked then that isn’t love.

Love is the security that knows, what ever happens you will be there for each other.