When Scorpions Dance

The venom potent, tails held high, Supple, rigid, swift, ready to strike, ready to die, And your words sometimes cut through my heart, As we snap at each other, the dance about to start, We stare into the other’s eyes and slowly step to the side, We make our little circle till there’s nothing left to hide, But aggressive as it seems this dance is not of anger, We spit, hiss and sting but crave to die together, The mysteries of our past and teachings of our young, Will be the obstacles on the way to finding our own truth, We might get wounded along the path, maybe everyday, But to share a space, a life, a heart, what be the price to pay, And the stars align with divine grace, As dreams are shared of passion, silk and lace, And something else I dare not name, Meaning now lost, used before in vain, Time will tell and cast the spell, Of two devils brought together, Dream their dreams and scream their screams, To sleep on angel’s feathers.