Dressed to kill--
Spinning this silken web of deceit,
a trail of victims at your feet
come to face their mortality
lying in wait on satin thread
to entice, entangle in your bed,
their lives forfeit--they can never flee.
Argiope…
open legs respond to lightest touch…
the unsuspecting limp, in your clutch,
your ‘muse’-like name cloaks your verocity.
Copyright Ginny Brannan 2010
Photo taken by author, personal collection
Photo taken by author, personal collection
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