abyssia

The vast linoleum expanses stretch out before me
Fluorescent lights flicker
There is no warmth.
The chemistry teacher is a drunk.
Hormones dance as hormones do
And we are left looking,
Me and you,
At the rays and the linoleum
And the bulbous red nose
Of the man who would be chemist.
He is death, and we know it.
Lust and fear and
Locker combinations
The bold and the shy
And we who are both
Combine to feed the dragon.
He burns the panties off of nubiles
With naught but a look.
Pass my meticulously folded note to the future...
The dragons scales are a landscape
Like no other
Undulating with power
The raw sex we so crave.
In his fire,
A light so pure
There is warmth.
In the vast expanse of his wings,
Full of potential, possibility, pleasure
Might I find salvation.