Dragon Fire

 

They tell me
to write a poem about love,
And I find myself without the words for it.pen-and-paper-writing-9349790-1024-768.jpg

Me pen is parched and dry of ink,
unwilling to kiss the paper,
And who am I to force it to?

They tell me
to write a poem about love,
And I am a ship plagued by doldrums.

A vessel with sails aplenty
but they are apathetic and unwilling to billow.
And who am I to command them to?

They tell me
to write a poem about love,
And I find myself crafting countless metaphors.

All are means to disguise,
all to hide the fact,
I do not want to.

I have known
the kind of love
They want to see.

That love is hot;
full of infernos and tornados and heat.
It is a love birthed in dragon fire.

But every dragon
I have tried to tame
Has left me charred and choking on lies.

I am scared to fight those beasts again.background_fire_theme_by_lockeliefather-d85ka9h

They tell me
to write a poem about love,
And I find myself defensive.

Not because I am scared of love.

But because I fear what happens
when the flames shrivel and die.

When there is nothing but ash.
When I am nothing but ash.

I am not scared of love,
But I do fear dragons
And the two are cousins at the best of times,

They tell me
to write a poem about love,
And I can feel the sparks kindling

in ashes I swore
were too cold to burn.
And who am I to stop them from lighting?
And who am I to let them?

Please forgive my apprehensions,
but I am tired of setting myself on fire
for people who will only watch me burn
and call me beautiful for it.aruba-caves

They told me
to write a poem about love,
and I am unsure if it fills me up or leaves me echoing.

I find myself walking
towards the caves
where lizards larger than life lay waiting.

I have been bitten by their kind before.
yet I can’t help but be optimistic
That this dragon will not to bite.