LITERAL REMAINS

The Other’s Web

Maybe I’m a moth
drawing closer to your flame.
Maybe you’re a fox and
I’m unsuspecting game.
Or maybe you’re Jesus
come to heal the lame.

Sometimes we’re spiders,
sometimes we’re flies,
sometimes wanderers barely
passing the other by.
Sometimes we’re missed calls
losing faith on the line.

I’m the ship, you’re the sea-
I’ve begun to sink,
drowning in your tempest
and dying for a drink.
Life should give us a warning-
love is darker than we think.

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