Little Motivator

Outside the window a faerie dragon stargazes me.
My hand halts; the typing ceases.
The creature cuts my tied-eyes on unfinished poetry.
It licks the glass and melts the windowpane.
 
Wings butterfly through the expanding hole,
hands splay on my thighs, claws knead my jeans.
A red mouth spills dill and lime between the cracks
of my fingers. I can feel the dragon’s breath as drool
bubbles from its tongue, hot as it pops.
 
While the heat rises, the room
sweats with humid heat and warms up my hands.
The faerie dragon’s tail wraps around my wrist,
pulls it to my keyboard and squeezes.
The creature was there all along. I knew it before I saw it;
only now had I let it inside.
I begin to type...
 
Outside the window a faerie dragon stargazes me.

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