Hole in My Soul

                       there's a hole
                     in my soul
                  where a spider spins
               and when the moon comes in
            it gets trapped within
         the silken web
       that the spider's spun
    and she wraps it up
in a mooncocoon
  where it sleeps as it grows
    for a while or so
      then emerges anew
        with a tug to pursue
              ovarian swoon
                in a bluesy-voiced croon

kasha