Enter the dragon

Uninvited, to scorch my sheets
And beat the curtains to shreds
With his excitable wings

Let him breathe infernos through
The screen door
And flash fry his kills

Love the dragon who chases me
Love his emerald green ardor
And scythe-incisors

Then let him go:
He is a stamp on the moon,
An awful, shimmering thing.

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