scorpio and tiger

we held our breaths,
we held our hands,
we held in our abeyance

the memory of our wantonness,
the means of our
conveyance —

we lived inside an afterworld,
we sang ourselves the seasons;
and oh, we strayed a long, long way

– but we had reasons.

one passionate and secretive,
one bold with great ambition,
and summarizing how we were:
we had no real contrition.

we were as love is meant to be,
astride the limpid stellar sea —

we had the thought to fill our charts
with each celestial region;
and oh, we stayed a long, long time

– but we had reasons.

we held our breaths,
we held our hands,
we held in sweet alliance

the memory of our tangledness,
the days of knowing
science —

we lived as though an after thought,
a pair of homeless dancers —
and oh, we listened long, and hard,

– but we got answers.


(And a shout out to E.A. Robinson)

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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