Taurus beckoned to Pisces
cold wind through the ears whispered
the flames that would become their dance floor.
Taurus, touch the glossy, wet fin
of the two tailed fish.
Violet auras radiate from the sun
become blind by the starry fire.
Dance the dance
of Orchids hanging
in the hanging gardens, they fly.
form mountains on bull’s back.
Pisces calls this home.
Let the gardens hang from your breath.