Midnight Dragon

3:00 a.m. I see your text
Too late

I close my eyes
To infinite particles the color of shadows

Your hand glides across my chest
You straddle me
Lean forward pressing both hands against my shoulders
Your hair falls around my face
I see your lips half-open, drooling, your eyes glazed dark, bewitching
You reach between your legs
Grasp me like Liberty's Torch ablaze
And slide me in

The wall-clock chimes the quarter hour
Begins to toll, announcing four

I open my eyes
 To see you fade, give way to silhouettes of my accumulations

The ceiling fan stares down at me like a dragon
Two light bulb eyes inside amber-laced floral glass shades
The third staring at my feet
Wooden fan blades for wings, uneven pull cords for whiskers
Motionless above me
I turn away from its empty stare and readjust my pillow and covers
For affection

The wall-clock chimes the quarter hour
Begins to toll, announcing five

I close my eyes, again,
To infinite particles the color of shadows

You come back into being
On top of me
Your hands in front of you on my shoulders
From California far away I watch you ride
Free Spirit
Naked on a moonlit night
A bison steadfast beneath you
Galloping, snorting on a Wyomian Plain.