These are poems I wrote.

Running along in lizard feet
hot sands, dry as dead bones
speed, thrill, flexing power
primal hunger
force of great teeth gnashing
the taste of blood
great dragon of earth
base instinct, innate power
patient will of predator
We run as One
scaly, hot skin
giant claws dig into arid ground
we run together until
the landscape morphs into

A pulsing force flows
secretly, within
desiring to burst forth
soul fire growing in power
allowing spirit inside, outside
all around



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