Take the first line of the first in line
were you whom you purport
to sign their names
in spring, or waited
a chamberless inn
when we braved the terrace
How I trembled all the more
to burst upon surfacing
It was the same with Diana
of course, Starbucks—
and neither did She turn to me and say
that I was any less an arachnid
© 2013 Slush Poet
