We burnt the place down
&
Shook up the room
Now, were lying in the aftermath of a lit match
against spontaneous, alcohol-infused passion
This room appears to be a battlefield
A slayed a dragon sleeps next to me
I lay clutching my sword
He snores, sighing, dead to the world
He’s very ordinary, common-
with his scruffy face and squishy love handles
My wide, curious pupils watch him
in the dark as his stomach rises up and down
Through these amber eyes he is mystical
My arms stretch longing to touch the ceiling
In this bed that’s like a cloud
I soar curiously into
the darkness of these walls
like navigating
the night sky
feeling as if the
stars were tickling me
while I fly over a battlefield of firey dreams
