Hug me. I’m so very soft.
Let’s go out on the patio,
sip iced tea and sun
burn my fuzzy spine.
Please, please, please,
I’ll blink up at you, glitter
with my eight blue eyes
seeing little beyond
a gentle blurry darkness,
the sparkling fractals
of a world outside 
my handmade burrow,
my silk spirals of defense.
Do not worry for my
many skin suits shed,
molted and tacked up
around me, shelled ghosts
of all my outgrown futures.
Do not fear the languid
way I crawl forward, extend 
limbs towards you, longing,
weary, these black fangs
sheathed back, promise,
and I’m not hungry baby,
and it is not yet night to hunt. 
I just want to sense you, take in
the floral vanilla saccharine
chemicals in your perfume,
the vibrations that ripple through
my many legs when you move.