Holding the sacred space

There was a woman that I loved

She turned into a lizard

Her skin scaly and razor-sharp to the touch

Yet, I did not let her go

She turned into a snake

Slithering and venomous

Her fangs widened to poison

Yet, I did not let her go

She turned into a dragon

Her fire consumed and obliterated

Everything around her

And in the ashes I could see once more

The woman that I loved.