By Linda Goodman
Date: 10 December 1998

Sting of the Scorpion

Your icy voice put out the stars
it cracked my heart and broke it in splinters
your tone as cold as Colorado winters

         but I promise to soon forget
         the contract we almost made
         You'll feel the swift response of an equal
         as the dream begins to fade

I'll drown you in pseudo-kindness
and a casual, friendly glance
I can almost imagine your blindness
       as I watch and wait for the chance
       to suddenly-cruelly-make you know
       how easy it was to let you go