My silk sonnets

Poem By Hurain Ghafoor
English Literature (BS student),
Humanity Department, COMSATS University Islamabad.

I move my arms slowly through the air,
And imagine them as something spindly,
Something wild and wondrous,
Do I romanticize myself?
Very well, I romanticize,
My arms, that shimmers and moves with ethereal light,
Imagine my arms as long spider legs,
My eyes; as something devoid of light,
Pitch-pure black, a portal to a world of monsters,
And imagine even more as my mouth to be a dark alley,
From which emerges two eyes; glowing in the dark,
Coming closer and closer,
imagine, oh imagine,
As a snake leaps from my depths and takes my lovers on the neck;
Coils around them lovingly; quite fondly
And kisses them a long beautiful kiss of two poisonous bite marks,
( it hisses, it takes, it has no mercy, )
All my lovers die from my poison, all my lovers die a vicious, deadly death
I move my arms lazily through the air
And imagine them to be long spider-y legs,
Can you see my mouth? Can you see my beautiful fangs?
Well, can you?
And my long-voluminous abdomen?
( I carry dark things within this spider-body. Do not come near me )
I intricate, I articulate, I release,
Silk threads, silk sonnets
Out into world from a black mysterious depth within my being
Can’t you see? My poetry is my home, my poetry is my web
And do you not know that I, a poet, am in fact a spider?