Daddy Long Legs

When I think of you,
I go to bars and wait
to be picked up.

Some nights it happens as soon
as I sit down;
he comes to me with a
Smile a
Line a
Drink a

nothing.

He is cordial but insistent.
He knows why I am there.
It is why he is there as well.

He comes home with me,
he lies in the bed with me;
but he cannot follow me.

I wake up only to begin again.

Other nights, I must be
patient.

I hold a skein net betwixt my
teeth and cast it into
the smoky air.

Its anchors hit the floor and form
a trap
made with
the threads of allure,
woven into
the patterns of loneliness;

A design that will only last
one night,
like a spider web
too fragile to survive
the storm.

I am waiting for you
at the center of this tomb.

I wait to spin a cocoon around
your majesty;
to suck the blood out of
your power;
to pray on you
as you prayed on me

until you disintegrate
under the desiccant that is
my touch.

And when my trap is sprung,
It is you
That I have captured:

No matter the
Smile the
Line the
Drink the

Nothing:

It is you, Father.

Because of you,
I know grief.
Because of you,
I hunt alone.