the new moon rises
in november skies
the scorpion fights water
to astrology’s stutter
the devil sneaks
through card speak
phantom letters
with vampire tethers
worming slowly
excruciatingly slowly
through worm grooves
snaking
down the mind
dripping incessant
adolescent
convalescent
on antidepressants
waning waxing
acquiescent
like the skytorn,
forlorn
crescent
calling to tides
will of the sky
servant to gravity
freefall depravity
the scorpion king
rules
antivenom properties
he,
who once touched down
vigilant crown
just to trace
the curves
of the maiden moon
he,
who caresses sweetly
loves deeply
in the afternoon
who cocoons
gently, softly
and slowly,
terribly,
longingly,
rocks the earth
slowly
the month
of the scorpion
will evermore
wax and wane
in tug of war
rocks the earth
in lullaby tune
the maiden moon
dreams of
her scorpion king
yet dreams
can sink
cosmic link
solar glare
penetrates
the garden of air
solar glares
cause
sparks that flare
sparks that burn
sparks that never
go anywhere
the temple of air
sparks that flare
burn a hole
in scorpion lair
scorpion surrender
scorpion might
let temptation
stare
temple of air
maiden moon fair
arms ensnared
in fervent prayer
in cursed
demonic
satanic
swear
silence dares
pierce the air
cosmic heartbreak
love affair
the new moon rises
in november skies
the scorpion fights
the elements
in a sick
galactic
experiment
let him find her
his maiden moon
temple of air
opalescent hair
effervescent
luminescent
waxing waning
tug of war
lover
incandescent
push and pull
the only one
his antivenom
immune
may he find her,
the scorpion king’s
darling
jaded
crescent moon.
Ellamental Thoughts 