his dark eyes bore into me
no apology or doubt
within their fiery depths
the smoke rising like incense between us
the irony of the situation
hit me full boar in that moment
how could this happen?
how could it be?
this dragon whose soul calls mine
the ebony ridges of mine
begging me to caress
those dagger-sharp talons
calling for my hands
shall I give in?
die a death within his presence
or possibly find peace
within his burning embrace?

© Johanna Fugitt 2017