I have sworn that Scorpions
shall never more abide in me
for even though they loved me more
the afterglow did sting.
My mother is an Eagle and
my husband is a bull.
My brother called the four corners
of prophecy, Ezekial.
My lovers were tenacity
and bonded me with tail.
But I am double Gemini--
I know that freedom must prevail.
they are intense
that's so notorious
is simply lack
of all pretense,
but naked, I
need some defense
and though they are encompessing
of the corners four I sing
I need a love of evermore
thus, I adore the Capricorn
stealth upon the slopes is goat
the greatest love of all, is hope.
Selfless and reliant, he
has every bit of trust from me
and love (that I could not conceive)
has taken root from tiny seed
Though I do love the scorpio--
This weary Gem prefers a goat
a gentle guide for mountain high--
this Gemini needs stubborn love.
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Loved the poem, Kacy, and yanno? Scorpions are fantastic, exciting lovers too. But...
I guess it's written in the stars for me.
I need a goat. Prolly cause I'm so baaaaaaaaaaaad.