Dragon,
you are mine.
I have summoned you
I have claimed you
and I have named you.

You are a fierce
and powerful beast.
There is wisdom behind those eyes
if I can hold your gaze.
You do what you want, Dragon.
You are a punk
and you are strong...
you shout
and breathe fire.

You leave scorched earth
and you take what you desire.
Black scales glimmer
between shadows
body stalking...
muscles rippling, nostrils flaring
the earth rumbling beneath your weight.

You slam down your massive tail...
for once eyes are locked on me
and Dragon, I run to you like a fool
in terror
in lust
in fear
in happiness
in hope
in vulnerability
in confidence

You are not my protector.
You have black wings
terrible and magnificent.

Claws dig into earth
as weight shifts.
There is no sound.
There is no look back.
There is no embrace.

My Dragon takes flight.