How does a dragon love?

Does he breathe larger bursts of fire?

Fly higher in the sky?

Whack with his tail at spasmodic frequency ?

Or does he wag his tamed tail

Like a smitten little  dog?

What goes on in a dragon’s mind when he loves?

“I’m a delicate bird”?

Or, rather: “I’m going to be an ideal husband”?

How does a dragoness love?

Is she all of a sudden ready

To be stripped

bare

Of her scaly armor and the knight?

Of the spears of fire that sear the air?

Of her deeply penetrating teeth?

Does she feel like: “I am a clear little wave of water

Lapping against the rocks”?

Could it be that all she wants is to become a deer,

Warm and innocent, for him to prey on?

How does a dragon love? Perhaps he thinks:

I am a dragon and I just love, and maybe even:

I am a dragon,

Therefore I love.