To A Dragon

With eyes that could start wars or end them, eyes I’ve caught myself getting lost in, forgetting what I was saying or about to say, because intensity like that doesn’t come with a warning label. You are... Your voice vibrates like distant thunder promising storms, and your smile that makes people forget you could disarm them with a word if you wanted to But then you laugh at something ridiculous, and suddenly you’re adorable, the mighty dragon condensed into something playful and bright and impossibly cute You say you’re a renaissance man, but I see differently. I see someone who treats knowledge with attention and curiosity, never satisfied with surface, burning away what’s useless, leaving what matters. You’re playful in ways that catch me off guard teasing, testing, seeing how far you can push before I push back, and we both know this dance, this game we play where neither of us loses because winning was never the point I feel your dominance that isn’t about control, it’s your presence. The way you occupy space like you were born into it. It’s not the dominance that diminished. It is the kind that says: I see you And I’m not afraid of what I see. You’re beautiful in the way storms are beautiful, but also warm. Also playful, capable of making me laugh until my sides hurt. You are my mighty dragon, and I am grateful that you let me close enough to feel the warmth without getting burned. Or maybe I’m grateful that you know exactly how much heat I can take. Mizuyōkaii, 2025 Dimensions: 10523x6114