Scorpio for this week:
You were standing in the doorway with your crooked smile as big and wild as the morning light. I was spellbound–lost all memory of who I’d been before that moment. You were as shockingly real as the perfect giant spider web stretched across my front porch when I left my house today. Did I hallucinate what you said as you murmured into your cell phone? Or did you really say, “I’m looking for someone who’ll teach me how to live forever as we make love with exploding hearts”? That was too sweet and fierce to bear. So here’s my loving complaint, which is also my bragging promise: I want you so much I want to be you. I adore you with such painful lucidity that I think I could learn how to find you in every bird’s cry, every cloud’s flow, every changing face.
Now, that is a situation that is right up my artist’s heart’s alley. Reminds me of something my warrior brother would say. Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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