but she was a scorpio,
and I have always had good sex
with scorpios.
we danced to old soul music,
and her hips found my hands,
or maybe it was vice versa,
but it was sweaty good.
the night found our rhythm,
and we sauntered the same way,
left west with nothing left,
saying nothing, but our bodies saying everything.
we saved each other this night,
from ourselves and from the future,
existing hard caught
until under sheets, under rubble, under trouble.
holding each other forever,
under bodies of our fortune,
we burned in warmth,
and counted drums to open doors.