Late night poem

Spitting dragons out my fingertips,
Racing golden arrows ripping
open hearts and tongues-

Do you see?
Iridescent heat waves
coruscating pure delight!

Such sublime sovereignty
it hurts to hesitate and yet,
we always do.

2 Responses to “Late night poem”

  1. BB Says:

    Hey dont stop now- this poem needs a whole page…

  2. Zan Says:

    Hehe.. I kind of like it short and sweet-at least in this case.

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