Ever After (The Inevitable Consequences of Lonely Dragons)

They were just minding their own fiery business, 
see, and we 
were sort of waiting in the wings, wee faeries and 
      (wayward)
princesses with bare feet and no further need to 
please the king. 

If it please the court (and you judgmental sorts),
they’re cuter 
up close than they look in the sky. We tried to 
resist that 
embered breath, but it was no use. No excuse, 
but that’s that. 

No pause for claws, no scare of scales. Even 
their tails 
are more winsome in the light, bright with 
turquoise 
and jade, a sway of sapphire. A swish of scar
-let sun. 

Come, we’ll introduce you. Though it may confuse 
you to know 
it’s a friendship carved of trust and trees, a breeze
of winter snow; 
no matter when the forging’s done, this love affair has 
just begun. 

::
In April, she poems. Sometimes there be dragons.