Night-Spinning Spider

They hang from her
like a bridal train.
Queer gossamer
strands chicane.

Like a bridal train
they mask her intention.
Strands chicane.
She drinks their confusion.

The partners shift. Hands change.
They masque. Her intentions,
once simple, grow strange.
She drinks. In their confusion,

the partners shift hands, change
long hair for short.
Once simple, now strange,
like a muffled report.

Long hair for short:
queer gossamer.
By a muffled report
they hang from her.