A whole lifetime I spent searching
for the glory of dragons,
and the heroism breathed through them;
I peered behind the clouds
and beneath the Earth,
but have long since given up
their existence to fiction.
Their great heaving presence, scorching blaze,
and ancient knowledge my only respite
against the shallowness of it all. This, I thought
to be my one truth.
Yet you proved me wrong.
Lying there, atop the warm autumn
of your bed, the both of us cozied between
calm and breakage,
I saw a dragon,
curled in the cerulean ponds
of your irises.
It stared back at me.
And in my awful wonder I could not help
but look
away.
Though, with you as calm as ever,
I resolved to surrender
to the gentle ether
lapping against your pupil,
and found myself pulled deeper
by the tide.
