I clung to each word that fell from his lips like a spider to a web.
Spiders don't chew. They send a special liquid into their prey. The prey's insides turn to mush. Then the spider sucks up its tasty lunch!
It is with eight lengthy legs we use to catch food, balance and knit a beautiful silk bed, but as babies we had lost our bones and skin, and hence our legs we had shed.
It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this.