Scorpios and scorpions are two very different things. One is a zodiac sign; the other is a pesky thing that infests my house in the summer here in Arizona.
How I actually feel about you
You mean more than I myself
Can even understand
I can only hope that you
Can feel it through the way
My hands hold yours and
The look on my face
But no, in truth, even that's...
Not enough. It's almost nothing.
There's so much more I'm afraid
To release - this something.
Unlike you, I don't play with insects,
Let alone scorpions
This is the first time and I wish I knew
How to get close to you
I've hated scorpions - don't want them
In my house, in my room, on my bed,
But you're all the exceptions
You're different
You captivate me
But I know
It's dangerous to approach
To get close
But where is my common sense?
It's not every day I play with scorpions
Why do I keep approaching
Trying to win your trust, your love?
You raise your tail
Ready to sting
And I know I need to go
Slower
I wonder if it's perseverance
Or how far I've come
In this dangerous dance with you
That doesn't let me give up
You've stung me before
It wasn't fatal, but sometimes excruciating
But I back off for a while
And keep coming back
There's something captivating about you
A magnet, a spark, and something dark
I can't stop thinking about you
Not even for a day
I can only hope that these feelings
Are seen, felt, sensed, understood
So I may one day play with you
Without fear of getting hurt
(Once last October I found one in my bed. Freaked TF out. It was not fun.)
I wrote Captivation the morning of January 30, 2018. It's my first poem of the year, and the responses I've gotten from the handful of friends I've shown it to led me to want to publish it here on my blog. But before I published this poem, I needed to post the other stuff I had written before it that I wanted to post but wasn't ready to share until now.
So here it is.
Captivation
I can't put it into enough wordsHow I actually feel about you
You mean more than I myself
Can even understand
I can only hope that you
Can feel it through the way
My hands hold yours and
The look on my face
But no, in truth, even that's...
Not enough. It's almost nothing.
There's so much more I'm afraid
To release - this something.
Unlike you, I don't play with insects,
Let alone scorpions
This is the first time and I wish I knew
How to get close to you
I've hated scorpions - don't want them
In my house, in my room, on my bed,
But you're all the exceptions
You're different
You captivate me
But I know
It's dangerous to approach
To get close
But where is my common sense?
It's not every day I play with scorpions
Why do I keep approaching
Trying to win your trust, your love?
You raise your tail
Ready to sting
And I know I need to go
Slower
I wonder if it's perseverance
Or how far I've come
In this dangerous dance with you
That doesn't let me give up
You've stung me before
It wasn't fatal, but sometimes excruciating
But I back off for a while
And keep coming back
There's something captivating about you
A magnet, a spark, and something dark
I can't stop thinking about you
Not even for a day
I can only hope that these feelings
Are seen, felt, sensed, understood
So I may one day play with you
Without fear of getting hurt
For those who didn't get the Scorpio-scorpion play, go read up a bit on the Scorpio zodiac sign. It's molded on - you guessed it - scorpions.
Leave your thoughts in the comments! I'd be pleased to read your comments!
This is it for now - I don't have any more poems or short stories in storage to share with you guys, so until inspiration strikes again, keep well!
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