Venus in Scorpio
On devotion, because it ain't never been casual.
My heart,
as a weary traveler in search of a room for the night. Dreads its journey, but not as much as stagnancy or isolation.
Makes for a risky companion on a difficult trail.
Walks with a limp and thirsts often.
Drinks deeply, never sips.
Has to stop and bask in the warmth of sunshine and the scent of flowers.
Bears scratches from writhing in the ecstasy of love.
Breathes best at the bottom of the ocean where most things suffocate.
Knows loss, but
can hardly ever reach regret.
My heart has miles
and would like a place to stay for the night.
Safe from the sunshine and flowers,
from steep elevation and rocky terrain.
A deep, dark room for the night to sober up and sleep away
the delicious sensation of journeying.
It’s this line for me, “Breathes best at the bottom of the ocean where most things suffocate.” Beautiful work.
I see the vision. Trying to drink deeply the well of breath. Write on!!