Scorpio Regina.

This is a poem about female scorpions. Spoiler alert? You're not an idiot, I'm sure you would have picked up on that. 

Scorpio Regina

Some may not equate a tango dancer’s linear legs with my golden eight

                                But I do

Some may not view this dance of death as more than archaic cruelty

                                But I do

I skitter like jewels spilling across tile

Propelling vibrations into sweltering night

Fluorescent love now my prisoner

Safely bound in arms crafted to kill

I cannot stifle my dark instincts

Deceive, desire, devour

Some may not call this love

                                But I do.