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Monitors and Dragons by James Printer Friendly

Sweltering,

we had always been looking

in that direction

together.


Joined

parallel

somehow askance,

we were allowing a rising swamp

to welcome us to knowingly.


Obscured to the touch,

a darkness of feigned twilight

despaired in a pool

around the contact

my strange fingers

made with your platinum skin.


I had let you drown,

with my hands refreshed and entwined

by your submerged and wildly floating hair.


I bid you rise,

baptized and like Lazarus,

but you crawled out

arrogant and scaled,

slithering and jerking --

the beastly machine like predation

of monitors and dragons.


Your shifting head

shot eye contact at me,

one glaring black abyss after another,

endlessly coming closer

as I had always wanted

-- but different.


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