She runs with the Jaguar,
Takes the rocket between her
Legs, squeezes tight until
A web begins to form around
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