I am showered.
Clean.

A long day,
nose to the grindstone.
Exhausted.

Personal politics,
are waged through and
around me.

My head down,
eyes averted.
Drained.

Please leave me be.

Nearly time to go,
it is almost midnight.

Finished!

I move quickly.

Make your favorite
sandwich.

Leave.
No goodbyes.

Finally home!

Windows are still open.

You are not there?

You said you would?

I am showered.
Clean.

You can keep your sandwich.

I don't like banana and
honey.

She follows the movement
of the Heavens.

Murmurs to herself.

The Moon flavors her.
With a touch of the
insane.

Watches and listens.

THEY tell her their secrets.

Her pale eyes are seeking.
Under THEIR skin.

She knows.

But does not spill
a word.

They call her a loner.

Quiet.

Yet THEY come.

They can not help it.

Please hold my hand.

         I will hold yours.

Never let my fingers fall away.
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My Geminis' love
Folds around me.
So warm and sweet.
Pure and true.

But
my body aches for
That Son of Scorpio.

The taste of tears and blood.
Ah! The sting.

Dead to me.
In this life and the next.

In the very marrow
Of my bones.
We are.
Bound together
For all eternity.
By full lunar light.
Blood and fire.
It is written.
So let it be.