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.

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