dragon, i

Intoxication. 

I'm consumed, swallowed whole 

from the words that leave your lips. 

They, you, fill me,

a catalyst, a fire, to burn for myself,

to reach high,

higher than I've dare gone before. 

Beauty. 

It lies within your voice,

the reassurance you express 

in a tone of truth and possibility, 

I am awe-struck. 

Seduction. 

It pours itself into my cup, 

overflowing with desire and 

satisfaction that comes from your 

touch.

Confusion. 

My brain tumbles and turns

to determine how you came across my 

wavelength, yet grateful, it feels, 

because you did. 

Surrender. 

I fold at the sound of your voice 

and the direction of your eyes. 

I am your equal, yet I submit 

willingly to senses I trust most. 

Foundation. 

The most important step

in the process, where the strength,

the endurance, lies. 

Our individual resilience 

conjoins, and within that, 

holds a dynamic power unknown to most. 

Curiosity.

It waves over me, conquering the fear

of the novelty that is you, us, 

whatever may come to be. 

You're the book I cannot put

down. 

The fire, I feel it raging trough my 

veins,

my mind. I see it. 

It lights the way in the dark path,

a catacomb for my self,

I take myself there often. 

I feel passageways collapsing,

I have fewer places to run now. 

The flame stays, burns, 

hotter each time I need to see

where I could, can, go. 

There's a low roar, I feel the vibrations

in my feet, through my toes. 

I cannot see it, but I hear it, still, 

feel it.

I raise my chin, climbing a little higher,

 to see two beads of light, flickering below the fire.

As the flame nears them, you become a shadow.

I gasp, holding my gaze, 

I dare not breathe. 

I shudder, trembling into the ground as I stare

into the eyes of the Dragon.