For my same-named scorpion friend.

Two Scorpion sisters:
kindred spirits--
like clasping a lost hand in the woods--
words
that worm through
flickering screens:
What potential lies within these dreams?
Our secrets, exchanging and devouring sameness
like candy. Sweet, poetic mouthfuls--
the wind in our hair!
In the sky, in the air!
The pouring out of our very souls.
Dead. Sexy. Escaping ghosts.
Beauty and filth both rise through the steam
over coffee as black as our matching clothes.