Its a sick, sick world we have out there. Its dark, cold and cruel. And to top it all off, its the one we've got. Deep inside, we're praying for that light around the bend. God knows, we're in dire need of that light.

Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own webs from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.

I laughed at first, mostly due to the suddeness of it all. Maybe its also because of its seeming absurdity.

Then the look I got in return made me stop. And the pout I got made me reconsider my first reaction. The sweet innocence I saw in those eyes turned the absurdity that fueled my apprehension into curiosity, and then suddenly into fascination.

So I took that deep breath. The one I used take to calm myself, because by then I was as excited as you were. I went for it, pausing only to make some procedural considerations. I could feel my chest warming up, my cheeks redening, my head seemingly filled by all the blood in my body.

I closed my eyes. I know yours was closed too.

And I felt alive.

When I opened my eyes again your face was he first thing I saw. You were smiling. And I know there wasnt anything else I would like to see more.

For who, in the world of strangers, could I want more to hold my hand, touch my heart, reveal my pains, and share the spider's kiss.