Poem: The Spiderwoman – Part III

“The Spiderwoman – Part III”
by Bob Almodovar
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It’s been too many nights in too many bistros,
downing drafts like liquid manna, purging that
image of the Spiderwoman from my very soul,
with failed attempts.

I still envision her luminous gaze beckoning
to me from across the room, like a lighthouse
in a dense fog, guiding me safely home to her
breast.

If not for this self-important, pride-ridden ego,
that struck that blow, that won the battle, that lost
the war, I might now find myself immersed in the
sweet wine liquid of her eyes.

And across town, a lone figure sat and nursed a
drink in silence, as man after man approached
with the usual hellos, and a “hey beautiful” or two,
that drew a vapid smile and a stare a hundred
miles long.

Though she was wounded from their last encounter,
he had taken residence in her thoughts, and tugged
gently at her heart. Though suitors she lacked not,
a man with self-regard, as he, would serve to
spark her life.

And having pride of her own, she had not returned
to where last they had encountered. To her, he was a
strong warrior. To him, she was a worthy opponent.
They could not stay away for too much longer.

And, as if by magic, a tall figure pushed open the
door and headed for the bar. The Spiderwoman,
in an instant, turned and focused her laser-like gaze
on the man. It was Jack.

Clutching the stein in one hand, and leaning on the
other, I felt a hot sting on my neck that yanked my
head around. There she was, more seductive than ever.
This time she will be mine, on my own terms.

• The Spiderwoman – Part I
• The Spiderwoman – Part II
• The Spiderwoman – Part IV

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