Scorpio

"Scorpio's are very faithful," she wrote
making me think of the fidelity that
chases after you, begging and
cajoling, threatening
suits in shreds and
lives in tatters in pursuit of
love -- tender game but
nocturnal and elusive, unwilling to be
pinned down in someone's
specimen case or be
biddable or be
demanded.

So the sting is raised
passive-aggresively while the
prey keeps running, forever
out of range, and the
rage congeals into pride that
so fearsome a hero fled from her into
the black night that she
only now notices is
ice-cold and empty-- she
who is so sure and so
uncertain.

(This is the last of the Zodiac poems)