I'm laying on my side on a large pillow,
meant to share with my host's two Great Danes.
I'm enjoying the buzz, listening
to the music as the conversation flows.
Then suddenly I feel disembodied fingers
slowly trace a path down my side,
over my hips and down my thigh.

I look behind me, and yes,
it's the only Scorpio in the room.
He smiles a knowing smile at me,
as if he thought I enjoyed his touch.
I wasn't as much shocked that he could do this
(I'd had similar expeiences before),
as disguted by his arrogance.

The following year I became obsessed
with another Scorpio who wouldn't
touch me, yet I felt him, his energy,
his thoughts, as if they came from
inside my own head.

It's taught me that, whether we believe it'
or not, the mind can be curious and
innocent, or as intrusive and destructive
as its owners wish it to be.
I also learned to give Scorpios wide swathe.