To keep a date
with nature
Where destiny awaited
There they were
Two shimmering golden yellows
Each punctured by
a speck of nite
Seconds . . . minutes
They assumed form
Head . . . lips
Frontal mounds . . . limbs
Lust . . .
I gazed
With fear and wonder
Arms became wings
Fangs exposed
Claws six inches
Eating up the distance
Towards a dreaded encounter
Flight to safety
My limbs refused to obey
Rigid? . . . flappy??
Dripping hot liquid???
Whooosh!!!
It was just a nightmare
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