The dragon visited her in her sleep,
His breath warmed her heart.
She felt his broad strength inside her so deep,
But her mind stood apart.
It sat on a ledge high above Dreamer’s head,
It swung its short feet.
The dragon filled Dreamer with visions of dread,
She thrilled to their beat.
“You know that this dream doesn’t make any sense,”
Her mind idly observed.
Dreamer’s eyes never wavered from dragon’s bright gaze –
“Shut up, it’s a dream.”
Written for October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly 2017. I wanted to write a sensual poem, like what Magaly wrote! But inexplicable forces compel me to post this one instead, a poem about the dreams I write myself, the love I have for bright senseless dreams…