I am a spider.
ln my lacy web.
Frozen open.
Waiting for your beak to spread.
Crimson bird, you were once a worm.
Will you make me wait 'til the end of the world?
Taste your salty pores.
Dry. Warm.
Feel time dissolve to the palm.
Crimson bird, l am where you go
and where you come from.
You can meet me
the sun drops into the ocean.
Feel you buming
like the dawn in my heart.