Wednesday, December 19, 2007

this scorpion’s universe


eyes tingling with brightness
of a million stars
nostrils flaring with overwhelm
of strange new fears
feet stepping on ubiquitous floor
soft as gingerbread
tentacles poised in
grace, or
defense, or
offence, or,
a mating ritual to impress the otherwise
impregnable
unimpressionable, and
stoic recipient
of the tender scorpion seed;
thus begins and ends
the vast reign of
the scorpion king!

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