Midnight Dragon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Midnight Dragon

 

 

3:00 a.m. I see your text

Too late

 

I close my eyes

To infinite particles the color of shadows

 

Your hand glides across my chest

You straddle me

Lean forward pressing both hands against my shoulders

Your hair falls around my face

I see your lips half-open, drooling, your eyes glazed dark, bewitching

You reach between your legs

Grasp me like Liberty's Torch ablaze

And slide me in

 

The wall-clock chimes the quarter hours

Begins to toll, announcing four

 

I open my eyes

 To see you fade, give way to silhouettes of my accumulations

 

The ceiling fan stares down at me like a dragon

Two light bulb eyes inside amber-laced floral glass shades

The third staring at my feet

Wooden fan blades for wings, uneven pull cords for whiskers

Motionless above me

I turn away from its empty stare and readjust my pillow and covers

For affection

 

The wall-clock chimes the quarter hours

Begins to toll, announcing five

 

I close my eyes, again,

To infinite particles the color of shadows

 

You come back into being

On top of me

Your hands in front of you on my shoulders

From California far away I watch you ride

Free Spirit

Naked on a moonlit night

A bison steadfast beneath you

Galloping, snorting on a Wyomian Plain.

 

Grigori Baranov

 


Submitted: October 30, 2020

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