Black Widow Woman

Like it or not, I am
Holding you up
By invisible
Ephiemeral threads
Woven with spider's web-strength
And the safe sensation of
A soft woolen blanket
You choose not to see me, but
Seem to silently
Accept my presence
Sharing your space--
You tolerat my threads
Because I don't pull on them like chords...
You are no marionette...
And I have learned that you move best
When you dance freely...
I was never one to hold you tightly anyway
To me...
My arms don't have the girth
Your core desires; and I am at a lack
For lust and sex...
So this
Distance between us
Seems to suit the friendship fine...
So long as you continue not to crush me...
And I refuse to cut the ties
Despite otherly advice...