The river flowed
crimson streaks.
My blood was warm.

Oozing currents
dripped forth
from your mouth.
Running, pouring
into pools of
your fluorescent
dignity.

I could say
the blood came from down there,
but I wouldn't want to frighten you.

One minute fine,
the next,
I'm gone.
I hate my existence.
No I don't.
I'm the fairest,
a swan.

You're a dragon...
I know you are.
You lure me so,
then watch me burn.
Fiercely hot, but
your blood was cold.

12/11/2005

Author's Note: Mike

Posted on 12/11/2005
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