Scorpion's reminder calls out from where I left him;
with that overinflated heart that likes to burst under the pressure.
Shall we wiggle and writhe in pain or ecstasy?
Another invocation of spiritual amalgamation falls out of tune
and is left to undulate and hum in a box left in this overstuffed closet.
Feeling wanted seems to hydrate the ego
but our cup is filled with sand
and our minds have turned to dust.