little luck dragon

warm body, small miracle, sky made lighter

the thread doesn’t only run
through fire

✦

sometimes—

it curls

✦

a warm little body
pressed into your side

heartbeat
soft as a secret

✦

sasha—

puppy

but more than that

✦

a small
living yes

✦

in a sky
that had gone
a little dim

✦

she doesn’t know
your patterns

doesn’t name
your thresholds

✦

no ritual-play

no doctrine

✦

just presence

pure
untranslated

✦

a sprite

flickering
where weight had settled

✦

a luck dragon—

not flying

not myth

just here

✦

breathing with you

as if that alone
was enough

✦

and maybe—

it is

✦

the same thread

but gentler

✦

not pulling you forward

just

keeping you

✦

from slipping
too far

✦

gold—

not blazing

glowing

✦

you don’t enact here

you receive

✦

you don’t throw

you hold

✦

and in that—

something repairs

quietly

without asking

✦

little luck dragon—

curled
warm
certain

✦

a small miracle

in an otherwise
dismal sky