Loving on the Cusp

My love is a Lion Crab
living sideways -
through sand and jungle,
leaving tracks others find strange.

When the tide is low
he crafts a den ‘neath the rocks -
mutes his pelt in brackish waters,
refusing sustenance, my company.

But when the moon is high,
he wakes from oceanic reverie -
seeks warm hearted feline frolics;
unearths the Scorpio, in me.

Written April 4, 2001