Arrg! I love this site, but it does not hold my poem formatting when it publishes, so it looks like my lines of poetry are all neatly lined up, which they’re not! Anyway, first in a series. Ying is number one!
Starlight reflected on scales that move
like tunnels through the aisles,
dashing towards an infinite customer horizon…
You go forth with the purpose of knives
slice down frowns with smile full of teeth,
a laugh that infects the promenade
down the lane a shop owner smirks despite himself.
You know this,
but yet she shakes you down with her alabaster hair
that stance of strength you do not possess
you are young,
a hatchling in adult disguise
you think of her eyes and the way
they land on his face and not yours.
You are dragon,
an unknown word,
just as foreign to you as to her
your people abandoning you on the
doorstep of your best friend
he taught you how to be!
You lay down hungry and cold in the
darkness of the Comic shop,
it is time to dream and let the
scent of ink and technology lull you to
Strange dreams about them.