A good scorpio she is.
Barefoot she goes
stepping on glass...
Some cuts, some scars,
Moon in Leo,
Leo in Mars…
A good scorpio she is…
always suspicious of happiness,
always fighting with her
tender madness…
Saturn in her fifth house,
she can’t relax and play,
Jupiter in her eighth house,
pleasure makes her day…
She looks at her chart
now and then trying to
understand fate…
But she is a woman of excess:
either she loves or hates.
There she goes…eyes
made of fire…
They never hide their desire…
She is a good scorpio…
Silent and sometimes shy…
I wonder if a scorpio(n) can fly...
Karla Bardanza
I understand this too well. I feel the unleashed passion. Something that you have to constantly bridle. You are a free spirit, walking where you may. The glass cuts are by the rules of society that you walk above or around. Your mood swings are fluctuting and deep, maddening at times. Your lust almost consumes you. I find this poem erotic, provocotive, and sultry. It makes me HUNGER.
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