The Vagabond Hoard

I am a dragon that wanders around. Here is my hoard.

1.

The night was cavern black

A heavy laden moon set in a band of starlight

Whispered incantations over a fire like a beating heart burrowed in velvet soil

We watch the ashes pale

I paint my name across your rolling flank

Ash and honey a most holy pigment

I want to doze in the dawn lit dew

Your skin smelling of smoke

Your hair perfumed by embers

Two moon scoured bodies entangled

The sun pours itself out onto an emerald canopy

Each bead of dew is an iridescent scale adorning your coiled body