Dance of the Scorpion's

Hot speeds from a sun testing sands endurance

Sweat from her breasts small in resistance while the hands move the very mountains themselves

In circles older than the time of icy realms

they danced.

Oh how they watched each other; wary; moving in opposite sides of the world

and yet,

knowing.

He lunged forward, she too, a feint, a skirmish as moans of the winds tumbled the sands.

In shadows the snake, hawk, even the wolves laughed

all leading to the question:

Are you, enjoying,

the dance?