Your profile says that you were born
under the sign of chastity–
pure and good, white, clean
the zodiac symbol tattooed
on an exposed lower right hip bone
begs to differ.
Days go by and we click
each other’s pictures, messaging, waiting
for a response and inevitable coffee date.
Coffee morphs into wine,
wine into a tryst,
tryst into a moving van and an extra key.
And happiness ensues
until I find you clicking
on a picture of a muscled back
sporting a large inked scorpion.
I don’t have any tattoos.
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