Joined At The Crossroad

I have a few lines and feelings bubbling away inside but I guess it isn't time for it to come out...when it is ready it will. So I will share a very Scorpionic poem I wrote last November instead :)

Joined At The Crossroad

Tendrils twine in the quiet,
Snake-like energy drawing us into the dance,
The ancient mystery - dark and erotic.

I saw you by the roadside, bare to the wind,
Lost within the dusk,
Searching…searching…raw and hungry,
Needing to feed, voracious - a starving fiend.

I stood before you, pulsating, alive,
Each vein throbbing with life, with desire,
The food of approaching night, the moon to guide us,
To guide us…not deny or usurp.

Oh, how you long to feed, to taste my flesh,
To swallow the moonlight dancing softly between us,
To shelter within the warmth of the passage
Where the wind cannot blow.

I wait in the silence, touched by the tendrils,
Drawn into the sacredness of the mystery,
Moving serpentine, kissing each snake as we entwine,
Joined at the crossroad, feeding…

Dena L Moore
November 22, 2008