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Your eyes, a lake of molten steel I want to jump into.
Your heart, a dimension so strange.
You love all creatures under the sky,
So perhaps you might love me.
Can you love a dragon?
I’m otherworldly.
My hands, claws, flicker between six and three fingers.
Fierce and uncertain of their own humanity.
I don’t know how to communicate with these humans.
Your words though give me hope.
Between worlds, realms and dimensions,
I’m aware,
Fiercely aware,
Of my isolation.
Between feeling small and ashamed,
Powerful and distracted,
Flying with the membranous wings of a fallen angel,
My astral body remains entire with the sustenance of your words.
I’ll coat my body with the molten steel of your eyes
And my armor will be everlasting.