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The Arms of the DragonI kiss the beauty of your complexities. your scars are a familiar terrain to my lips, cut as they have been a thousand times for greater and lesser crimes unpenanced. I do not doubt your beauty and in the arms of the dragon you fit like a gem in the forehead of a smiling Buddha, alive and dreaming of new winds yet to blow and yet you seem to know where, if not when they will take you, make you all that you are already in the arms of the Dragon. copyright William F. DeVault |
Author's Notes: This poem came to me one evening as I was trapped in traffic in Marina Del Ray. With no pen or paper or voice recorder with me, I chanted the words to myself until I could reach home. The poem itself was about how comfortable the Panther and I were with each others' scars. Photo: Mariya |