I am the huntress with that bite, that scorpion sting.
What, in your blindness, do you suspect in my vibration, my desperate hands? A grasping need rises up in me-in your presence I am powerless to the pull that exiles you to another sun-a place among the stars, an abode you cannot share. I will never be with you in legends, for I cannot reach that bright belt. Opposite am I to it-- the seashore to your sky. Was it misguided desire that tossed me from that realm? Were you never curious about these uncharted depths? Alas, I gaze up at you, nightly, on my back as your celestial cycles drag me, eroding my serpent spine. How I long for that vastness, that visible spot. My own heart masked by murk while yours ignites, unmistakably set. The hurt I hurl at you seems in vain-my aim is fated to be faulty. There's no message I can send you-no map, no marking. The sea goddess with a bargain so cruel, a monster is made of my parched tongue. From a swollen silence she rises at dusk to glimpse her beloved, helpless to stop his formation-those points she is cursed to connect with a shaking finger; what on this Earth have you done to me?