{"sf1_id":1578137,"sf2_id":"7ejqa871","title":"I Am","author":"Mattariel","words":532,"posted_at":"2020-05-12T19:56:00.000Z","tags":["Dragon","Poem","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1578137-i-am","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/7ejqa871","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/2f/b4/2fb42dea-cde6-4030-9cb7-c9d17f268ab4","description":"CAUTION - PLEASE READ\nThis poem contains spoilers for the story Playing Goddard, please follow the link lower in the description if you want to read it first.\nA gift for  mercrantos\nCreated on something of a whim, as these things usually are.\nA poem about Playing Goddard, which I can't recommend enough, and you can read that here - https://www.sofurry.com/browse/folder/stories?by=357464\u0026folder=76327","content":"I Am\n\nCold.\n\nSurgical steel, lights burning bright,\n\neven before I can know how to feel fright.\n\nHeld, not gently,\n\ngripped, intently,\n\ndismissed, rejected, I'm too confused to cry.\n\nI am...\n\nWhat?\n\nJust what am I?\n\nCaged.\n\nCrippled, a thing to be discarded,\n\nnumbers on a clip-board is how I'm regarded.\n\nRestrained, taken,\n\nand then I'm foresaken,\n\nI see a face before I fade, looking torn,\n\nI am...\n\nAwake?\n\nIn his arms, and anew, reborn.\n\nStolen.\n\nSpirited away, clutched, concealed and stowed,\n\nsomewhere dark, cramped, sealed, on the road.\n\nSoon, a home,\n\na place to roam,\n\nI'm his dragon; a pet, a friend, alive,\n\nI am...\n\nSaved.\n\nGiven chances to live and thrive.\n\nCalling.\n\nMaking sounds and some base imitation,\n\nhe's pleased by my whines and chirps as confirmation,\n\nI'm in his care,\n\nand I watch and stare,\n\nhe's my all as I flourish, my heart aflame,\n\nI am...\n\nNaomi.\n\nThat's me, that's my name.\n\nGrowing.\n\nMoulted, bereft of feathers, then held,\n\nwrapped, warm, he soon gives in to arousal, compelled.\n\nA simple kiss,\n\nand utmost bliss,\n\nas we're pressed together, soul soaring,\n\nI am...\n\nOverjoyed.\n\nLocked in staring and just adoring.\n\nEntranced.\n\nLights dim, together, everything's just right,\n\nI'm winged, but flawed, yet my heart's in free flight,\n\nheld, now so gentle,\n\nhis touch experimental,\n\ncaressed, accepted, I loose a moan.\n\nI am...\n\nLoved.\n\nAnd will never be alone.\n\nPartners.\n\nPerhaps rivals, as he brings another,\n\nin our trist, now shared, and a third lover.\n\nLust, devotion,\n\nhot, raw emotion,\n\na tantric twist; hands, tails, legs and wings,\n\nI am...\n\nSatisfied.\n\nAs three, we indulge in the joy it brings.\n\nWho?\n\nA winged challenger, reflecting to oppose,\n\nand I just wonder, looking nose to nose;\n\nbright eyes, black fringe,\n\nwhite scales, same tinge,\n\nno imposter at all, I know her... no, me.\n\nI am...\n\nHer.\n\nHis lover, his life, his Naomi.\n\nTime.\n\nStill learning, loving, enjoying affection,\n\nand he dotes after me, despite my imperfection,\n\nhe'll leave, but return,\n\nI understand, yet yearn,\n\nto be by him each time, although sometimes pained,\n\nI am...\n\nAfraid.\n\nHe returns, muted, blank, but hands are bloodstained.\n\nWorried.\n\nOur lives near to shattering, I'll be taken away,\n\nhe'll \"think of something\", he goes on to say.\n\nHe drinks, like on TV,\n\nnot rum, so with glee,\n\nI remember, \"dead man's chest\", the show with ships!\n\nHe is...\n\nInspired.\n\nSaying something about emails, switches or scripts.\n\nAgain.\n\nSurgical steel once more, but I'm assured,\n\nthat my imperfect wing will actually be cured.\n\nHe's hopeful, and smiles,\n\nwe're past our trials,\n\nWhen I come to once more, I'm astounded,\n\nI am...\n\nComplete.\n\nWith nothing but love keeping me grounded.\n\nFreedom.\n\nAloft on wing, miles of sky, options infinite,\n\nI remain, though, for him, for love and all things intimate,\n\nAll of us together,\n\nas we should, forever,\n\nI return to ask that which instils dread wantonly.\n\nAm I...\n\nEverything?\n\nAs we dance, so close, he says he would wed me.\n\nFreedom...\n\nThrown skyward, miles of sky, yet I am broken,\n\nI leave with words that now can't be spoken.\n\nA crash, and he is gone, his soul, departed.\n\nAs am I, cast into the sky, shattered hearted.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}