In praise of Green Dragons

I wonder what I’ll do

If a green dragon will show up in my bedroom

Will I gesture for him to come closer,

With a shaky finger will I touch his rough skin

And feel him purr with pleasure

And when he’ll hover over me,

The tang of smoke will make me sneeze.

With the morning light and chirping birds

He will evaporate as a puff of smoke

The sun’s rays will sashay over my pillow

Spraying golden dust in its folds

And only the faint scent of smolder,

And the stab in my finger

Will remind me,

A green dragon was here and I touched it.