Beneath your skin there are dragon’s scales
Shiny and holographic, laced with gold
Occasionally on a quick movement or a start, I catch a glimpse of that gold glitter in my periphery
We’re never taught what love is, we’re shown
And we never get to decide if we’re shown well
As soon as it happens it can be gone
With nothing but the memory of a glimpse
A glimpse of glitter gold
