Unlighted

Raw, potent immersion in
a single scorpion’s dangerous scuttle
the mouth watering taste of
wine colored berries dripping
shades of blood

How organic, the intensity:
Almost too much!
Look the scorpion in the eyes but
God forbid, dodge the tail
Possessive it becomes when enamoured
A scrupulous dance!

Lustrous and lustful
Wafts of smoky intimidation
snickers & passion
I can sense their aura
out of a crowd of people

Meet their gaze & lose sense
Of mind
& soul

–LM. (Authors Note: Exhaustive)