Radiant Snare

He holds the dragon’s gift

in fingered palms

and snuffs out the light

of midnights eye.

The manic iris provides

a myriad of colored warmth

and the coldest shades.

His thoughts float round me

like shape shifters in plain sight

and cloud the judgment

of his harsh glow.

The thickness of caps and ends

like polar opposites

yet always perfectly placed.

He covers my body with his liquid love

nourishing even the smallest

streams of hope;

of dreams.

 The wisdom held so tightly

roots itself into the core of me;

feeding off my desire.

He is still life for the cowardly;

motionless and fragile.

He is my day; my alien planet

and I just wanna go home.