SCORPIO

The sting of the silver glow permeates, wild moon sinking her teeth into skin, bone, and marrow.

Depth of feeling elevates as shadow consumes, shaking loose the old skeletons inhibiting our sense… Have we forgotten touch?

The perception of danger long preventing us from receiving unbridled intimacy

- are we so vapid?

The rewards of ravishment long forgotten, we remember how primal our nature.

The Power of Experience, raw and rare - may we relearn how to be whole

To prick the thorn and suck the blood, kiss the bloom and bite the bud.

We turn ourselves inside out,

Dangerously bare.

Bathe in the sorrow, sin, and despair, drink down your demons.

May your scars be integrated emblems of a life boldly lived.