breathe
Armour
 
However distressed, a damsel isnít always glad
to be rescued.  Sometimes a fire-breathed dragonís
 
lounge-lizard lure can be strangely attractive.  How
his scales shimmer, are cool to the touch.  And though
 
it is never wise to marry a reptile, an honourable knight
is, basically, dull.  He doesnít quite get the thrill of being
 
chained to rocks.  Heís a bit too obsessed with armour,
the latest engineering.  Adjusting and polishing.
 
And often, though only in private, she weeps
for the breath of danger, that hot, consuming kiss.

Veronica Zundel

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