The Realm Of da Dragoness.

as the heat in my nights increases,
i will hear the lonely song of a gator.
a periodic wish out loud he will utter,
no doubt he will return again and more will join his song.

i watch the zenith of the hour contract & expand
til dust is all that is left behind.

memories within the stars' dust?

or dreams.

dreams afloat on the wings & wishes of paper dragons & parrifin & puffin colours in techo-pop hues til they fade & you rest in the pastels of softly sweetly scented kisses, dew moistened kisses, of breathy
stolen hearts in love.