Dragonheart

What thinking of you does to me

Breathing sulfur from an exhaled flame

The plumes curl over my head

twins of fire plunder my chest

Inhale, exhale

I've always thought, "Conflagration,

how painful to be scorched

much more to be entombed

in a spiral of fire." Ha!

This is joy.

Your breath sets me glowing from within

When you rose above the horizon

With wings and claws and fangs

Magnificently, like the moon.

Below you this creature stirred

And gaped and laughed and cried.

My arms reached for your embrace,

Frisky as a monkey.

Yes, breath fire. Fly steep

Fly hard. Fly strong.

My heart, you are my heart.

My joy, you are my joy.

I rush up to meet smoke and heat

Love, without ashes.

Copyright 2015 Cristina T. Cheng

posted from Bloggeroid

posted from Bloggeroid

Message Sent

Tap tapping the sound is silent 
but in the synapses within this device

I imagine arcs of light and heat
whorls of energy you recognize
and only you.

In another plane there is a song
not silent but angry 
doomed nonchalant angry
fated capsizing.

Pull down the bar at the top
long-press to refresh memory

at the ready it waits 
for my electronic alphabet
missive to space.

Where does energy go?

Inside an artificial mind
do dreams collapse from chaos?
Or do they find proof?
Dreams of windows and bars
and vistas so far away.

I know this won’t get lost.

In numbers I trust.
Numbers do not doom the hopeful
and the mad.

My fingerprints send these words
to you. Long press. Refresh.

Copyright Cristina Cheng 2015