Scorpion
Scorpion
A collaboration with Lady Labyrinth
Lack of water leads to lack of life
exposed beneath the Sun like blood
from the tip of a Scorpion’s tail
Corporal attitudes aligned in spaces
battle demented servitude in spotlights
stroking the sights of a symbolic death
Lack of want leads a woman
with her life burning, her all exposed
beneath the Sun
Thirsting true South, Venus Trap exotic
dripping honey ripe to taste, an orchid purple like a plum
there swept up in torrid heat, a wet monsoon spreads its wait
Tropic of Capricorn, is the sweet Hell he worships
offering the tip of a Scorpion’s tail
at the alter of her Rosy Crucifixion
Bullets bite into the blood spilled
from the tip of the Scorpion's tail
washing the pain from the spine
Clots form like clouds shot from
the barrel of a big black hole
as time swallows the cost of life
In the poverty of his mind
Calvary is godless, she shows no mercy
in the movement of her quake
Bullets from her mouth exchanged upon his tongue
sliding fingers to write words along a tight spine
Tropic of Capricorn reads his fate, she held it all along
The Scorpion’s tail, scorching harpsichord
played by lips for want of life to seed
on torn sheets, stain pages of Egyptian cotton
Saving souls and graces now far too late
For the true lovers, sanguine sinners
in danger of being forgotten
Silent sentences read, given two to Life
(LadyLabyrinth/James Swartz, 2019)
Copyright © James Swartz | Year Posted 2019
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