For as long as I can remember, the Archer has surrounded me
Bow, cocked and ready
They always want my sex, my love..
Even though they do tend to be quite pains in the ass, they are a great challenge to undertake
I wake each morning all alone these days
My throne is adorned with dried up rose petals
The atmosphere is blanketed with the acrid scent of patchouli, which is powerful for we , the fishes
A Piscean Sun, under which I have been born..
The Asians see me as the Fire Dragon, draped with auspicious luck yet haunted by my own hidden scorn..
The occult was sent here to taunt me
Torn between the wrath of a flying serpent and the duality of the double fish
My wishes all come true eventually
Patience is a virtue that I have never completely owned
Perhaps this is what connects me to the Centaurs
I never get too far without crossing paths with another Sagitarian sister or brother
They all seem to desire me as a friend or at least a fuck
Draw back your arrows and release
You never seem to cease fire
I am the dragon bitch that all the boys just want to be abound
chill out with, paint my rusty wagon
They just adore dragging me around
A connection to the Centaurs has somehow found me
Blessed be to all who come and go
I know that I am not always your answer
But, then again I really am at times
The Centaurs are my paradigms
My babies
My friends
If opposites can attract and repel like we do, pestilence may very well end somehow through me and my connection with all of you....
12/10/2018