Dragon Lust

by Marge Simon

Fifteen years I’ve lived with dragons
and I bedded each in turn,
but the best,
the one with beryl scales
and wide set eyes,
shows no interest
in my touch.

Nights I kneed, I grind
I tempt him,
execute my skills,
goad him–it’s madness!
His company
too vast to utter.
Yet my efforts fail,
his slumber rocks the walls.

Tonight he shares another’s den.
Dragons do as dragons will,
how was I to know?
The one I’d fallen hardest for
preferred gentlemen to maidens?

Marge Ballif Simon lives in a small hut deep in the Ocala National Forest. She subsists on her favorite fruit, blueberries, and begs loose change from tourists to support her habit as a free lance writer-poet-illustrator. The postal rate hike has hit her hard. Donations appreciated. Her work appears in publications such as The Pedestal Magazine, Strange Horizons, Flashquake, Aeon, Flash Me Magazine, Dreams & Nightmares, Apex & Abyss, From the Asylum and Vestal Review. Marge is former president of the Science Fiction Poetry Association and now serves as editor of Star*Line.