Lady Bug

She eyed open like a broken mirror. Her mother claimed that her legs were bowed so that she could catch the moon between her black knees on moonless nights. Tiny mandibles chewed her leather tongue until it was as thin as a razor edged rapier. it was her beef jerky meditations that kept her words fibrous and tactile. I married Ladybug inside a bottle of sweet yellow Merlot (we were stuck and sticky in the last drops of a licking love). She wore a red spotted dress and her shoes were pincer bright. I flagrantly fought her to a standstill in my usual green camouflage. Her father chased me for days for I had stolen her hard shell-like mind; he never caught me though he did put a spell inside my head, a Catholic chain-mailed spell that bound me to her hard carapace as if I were an aphid - a gummy mouthed aphid that could only hitch a ride strapped to her ever searching hunger.