She runs with the Jaguar,

Takes the rocket between her

Legs, squeezes tight until

A web begins to form around

Her.

Woman, all powerful,

Holds the seed of your mind.

Makes you do tricks, takes your

Pride, takes your mind and holds

It in suspense. In the night she

Takes her web and sews your

Soul into a corner, see if you can

Make your way to the center.

How Far can you go, how much sweat

Will you leave in the bucket? She seals the

Circle with laughter, the way she throws

Her head back, the way she shifts her legs

On a hot summer day. She knows that your

Eyes are always on the prize, how you sneak

Glances when you think she can’t see the way

Your eyes fall into her blouse and rummage around.

She holds the string of the web that you think you

Control.