Dungeons and Dragons

You wore a jade dragon,
A man of spirituality, beliefs -
You believed in the pleasure of pain,
My pain, and with faith beyond holy
I watched that dragon sway slowly
Before each lick of the belt
Each lick of your tongue, tasting
My welts.

I focused my gaze
On your spirituality so as to better
Ignore our reality, so as to better
Dream of normality, it was your face
My faith found hardest to bear
The smile in its corners as my cheek
Smouldered and I went temporarily deaf,
As I sought for anything left
Of the fairytale I believed in -

I thought love could cure all ills
You preferred whisky to pills
For the twists and turns of your damaged
Mind. At least you were mine
And when you were finished
When my skin lit up with your colours
And you had spent yourself inside me
As well as across my body

Your chest made the softest pillow
For my dry eyes, a point of pride,
And I held that dragon in my hand
And felt its warmth, and tried
To understand.