Throat of the Dragon

I feel on fire,

electric with light.

Quite a quirky feeling,

sex and death,

phoenix ever rising

out of my head,

dragon breathing

through my throat.

Yet there are such

vacant moments,

silence sweeps my days,

my spirit

outside of my body,

swinging round the ethers

with my brother,

and then a shudder

goes through me

and I awake,

back in the “real”

and sadness

sinks me in her sand,

then anger

rides the storm out

and I sleep again.