She seeks…

She seeks to be effortless
To walk with grace and dignity.
It’s hard to know for sure if she does
With no mirror to grant her vision.

She seeks to wonder without wandering
To sleep and rest in honesty.
It’s hard to know for sure if she does
With no mirror to grant her vision

She seeks to live beyond precious commodity
To know if her strength is really divine.
It’s hard to know with any certainty
With no mirror to grant her vision.

She seeks to love without longing
To spend her life deep in servitude.
It’s hard to know without hearing the tomb
Of her once favored dignity.

She seeks to bathe in his offering
To not waste a moment in time.
It’s hard to know without being too bold
Or rushing to look in his eyes.

© Kate Spyder


Her Goddess

Across the waves of insecurity
Lies the knowledge that no one is there
Before she sleeps
She ponders her need
And wraps her arms around her knees.

What was there
Had always been
Always would be
Though nothing had been said
She had been long absent instead.

Confusion had reigned
While clarity beckoned
Never listening
Until now
The shock hadn’t lessened.

Life’s tasks went unheeded
Naivety smothered her essence
As she lay dormant
Her goddess’s presence.

They say with age comes wisdom
But they are wrong
Wisdom comes
When one opens their eyes
And their mind
To the signs left behind.

She just prayed
It wasn’t too late
To let her goddess

© Kate Spyder


I’m not alone
I never have been
There is no truth
We do not see.

I’ve landed in turmoil
And flew in angst.
Swam in passion
And buried in refuse.

I swim the seas
That bring us tomorrows
While you worship
Nothing but sorrow.

Can’t we go
Beyond the mystic path
To bleed eternal
In damnation’s wrath?

What say you
Who weeps for nothing
Who sleeps in death
And owes great debt
What say you?
It ain’t nothin’
But rankled shit
Of postern’s ruin.

You left us high and dry
Then swept us out with the tide
But we’re better off
For we have life
And you have not.

© Kate Spyder

H to O

They became lovers
Within moments of first introduction
Never parted a single day.

She felt safe
With him
Never lonely
Or Misplaced.

He warmed her
When she was frozen.
Cooled her
When she burned like fire.
Tempted her
With his caresses.
Soothed her
When she was bereft.
Lapped up her tears
When she was maudlin.
Embraced her
When she was forlorn.
Comforted her
With his touch.
Kissed her
With his flowing essence.
Protected her
When she plunged to his depths.
Cherished her
When she danced in his embrace.
Supported her
When she floated upon his surface.
Tickled her
With his teasing fingers.
Brought her to ecstasy
With his pulsing rhythm.

Their passion never wavered.

He would always be her first
And most loyal lover.

© Kate Spyder 2014


Like a tree on a windless day
She stood…

Like a partially frozen river
Her thoughts…

Like a wolf on the hunt
Her soul…

Like a rabbit in a snare
Her body…

Like an exploding volcano
Her passion…

Like a tormenting demon
Her desire…

Like smoldering ashes
Her arousal

Like the dry sands watching the incoming tide

© Kate Spyder 2014

I Stand Here

I’m not here alone in the aftermath of forever
I do not stand here for all to see
I stand here to feel the depths of my sorrow
And to carry the burden of our love.

You do not travel with me, nor care to hear my woes
You whisper malcontent and passion has left you hollow
You scream the bells tolling the hour
And angst being unknown to you in all your tomorrows.

What we believe is our own downfall
For it blinds us to all things seeming impossible
While our hearts rejoice smothered in deaths wake
As we slip into the aftermath we long to embrace.

What was our tomorrows
Is now and forever
Then forgotten
Left on the doorstep we have trodden.

Make us weep the joy of our sorrow
Make us scream the tears of our pride
Make us bow before the darkness of our passion
Make us bleed the seed of our making.

I do not stand here alone
I have with me what no one will believe
A part of you which never bleeds.

© Kate Spyder 2014

This Night…

I missed you this night
After you said good night
And went to bed.
I thought much about what you said.

I’m not sure why
I’d like to say
But it would be a lie.

With one simple reply
You snuck in
What I had locked within.

You made me feel beautiful
When for such a long time
I felt
Less than I am inside.

Our stories don’t lie
They tell who we are inside
No matter what the world sees
From the outside.

A simple thank you
Doesn’t seem to be enough
For what you gave me this night
Do you even know how much?

I wish I could give you just as much

© Kate Spyder 2014

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