In your shadow I saw the dragon:
Green, chartreuse, violet, violent,
Your thick, black, smoke
Your sinews
Your char-broil baking hot sticks like lava to my insides
Your tail swash-buckling
Riding
Wind
Waves of terror
I relax, release myself into my inexperience in facing fangs like these
Dripping - wax, hot, melted thunder.
You consume me.
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