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<blockquote data-quote="grodog" data-source="post: 591083" data-attributes="member: 1613">The Drake *&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; From outside I cross the threshold of your lair--&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Wood stained dark and fitted with shining brass &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; A chandelier fired with sapphire, emerald, and jacinth &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The colors fall into the carpet’s pattern &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; a maze woven with Old World charms &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; over the centuries &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; You recline-- &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; an expanse &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; of scales aglitter, of long claws and fangs &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; smokes curl from your lips and haze up &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; toward the ceiling &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Your words smolder like liquid-- &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; tidal and binding &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; they roll through my bones &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; they whorl me with sound &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; I purr&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; You speak of fables and ancient riddles &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; of oceans years wide &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; and of home &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; lost a thousand dreams before Atlantis fell &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; A world of quiet slumbers &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; and forests green with silence and sunlight &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; You speak of love &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; of necks and legs, wings and tails intertwined &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; through the hibernation between ice ages &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; of waking from millennia to eyes &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; that scintillate onyx &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; ripe with reflected stars &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; I cannot remember a time before your time &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; or sounds outside your voice &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; I sleep among your embers &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; warm among your scales &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; secure in our home (c) 2002 Allan T. Grohe, Jr.* the formatting on this poem is much cooler when printed; .html just doesn't get it right, nor&nbsp;does preformatted text</blockquote>

[QUOTE="grodog, post: 591083, member: 1613"] The Drake * From outside I cross the threshold of your lair-- Wood stained dark and fitted with shining brass A chandelier fired with sapphire, emerald, and jacinth The colors fall into the carpet’s pattern a maze woven with Old World charms over the centuries You recline-- an expanse of scales aglitter, of long claws and fangs smokes curl from your lips and haze up toward the ceiling Your words smolder like liquid-- tidal and binding they roll through my bones they whorl me with sound I purr You speak of fables and ancient riddles of oceans years wide and of home lost a thousand dreams before Atlantis fell A world of quiet slumbers and forests green with silence and sunlight You speak of love of necks and legs, wings and tails intertwined through the hibernation between ice ages of waking from millennia to eyes that scintillate onyx ripe with reflected stars I cannot remember a time before your time or sounds outside your voice I sleep among your embers warm among your scales secure in our home (c) 2002 Allan T. Grohe, Jr. * the formatting on this poem is much cooler when printed; .html just doesn't get it right, nor does preformatted text [/QUOTE]

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