The plight of the dragon

There exists form
Reversion
Pulse-bound cyclical stasis
Constantly forgetting
To exhale the flux
From molten drops of earth
Swallowed whole
Inhaled one-by-one
Choking the ilium
With ashen dread
Scorching the oesophagus
Until the voice is rasped
Welding the heart
To the roof of the mouth
Searing the flesh from
Ancient skeletons.

Fire-breathing
Cauterises all wounds
– including love.