Overcome by this inverted lightning, i storm
into an abbreviated tomorrow, where i flood
into the dreamscape of today, eyes raining
down and inward. i sleep forth into the world
of waking, overcome by the temperament
of this mummified mouth. clawing the dragon
now hungry for my golden intimate currency
our love hides at the ends of my fingertips.
Fire nibbles the soles of my feet through
to my own heart, crumbling me clouded
where i go blind. i am sorry, marooned
on this island, where the corals reach down
from the sky. where stalactites rip the sails
of all incoming boats, the dragon survives
in an ephemeral artery, or in some capillary
where his teeth reign over whatever empire
smothering into, he becomes my face
to she that saves me. i have learned to love,
in that love has shown me it is beyond me;
where
the dragon follows my fingertips to your hair,
you walk beside me. where i am given i,
but awakened, beneath a golden sky
the dragon suckles everywhere
that i am saved. by the weapon of giving,
we carry an honest love
between our outspread palms
richer in treasure is
the continental freedom of having
washed ashore together.