Thursday, May 7, 2015

The Lioness and the Scorpion

He taunts and she comes
He caresses her with his telson
Growing bigger than her
She melts into his embrace

He feeds her his honey and she sucks it down
Hungry, more, more
Giving, taking, devouring

He drives into her
But she's ready
Welcoming
It's not death that follows
But light
Forever crepuscular and alive
They dance


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