Where does this dormant dragon choose to sleep?
Within the flames of desire’s volatile heat?
Where ashes are birthed to rise up to their feet
To caress the air and then begin to weep

Like dark streaks from eyes to cheek
Mourning that this beast withstands such fire
Content to leave his passion to inspire
Emptied tongues that cease to speak

If he knew that opening an eye
Could arouse a fleet of intensity
Stronger than unyielding gravity
[Beauty of butterfly]
That chases apathy into the sky

And frees him to be alive inside
The fire that threatens to subside

She does not strive to capture beauty
for far too much already
is imprisoned on their mantles and
in their lacquered frames or
between the dusty pages lining shelves
which hide that which weeps
behind glossy covers
for far too much already
has been raped and shamed hanging
naked from their walls
all that stood glorious holds
its breath refusing to die by
their lusting hands
and she cannot rest
until beauty sets her
Free