still trying to hug that blue-green marbled mess

i think that i have finally be
-friended the dragon. she
and i, we cool. we drool
in fire and sky, and fly
in the face of fear.

she slays me with her wit,
her will, her whim and want.
i’m haunted by the parts
of her i cannot own – talon,
wisdom, wing.

but here’s the thing: she’s
got a softer side. a daisy soul.
and so i have unchained her,
bid her fare thee well, but
asked her, soft, to stay.

 

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Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 16.