river dragon

My love is a river dragon, with scales of gold and red. He doesn’t know I know. Every morning he slips out to walk along the creak. Some days I go with him.

Sometimes his words are dragon teeth. Sometimes his words are fire. Sometimes he speaks in moss and duckweed, small swirling funnels of desire.

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