Silverfish

Min Vackra

Min Vackra–my love.

My purpose with such ardent life.

A persistent existence.

Without much of the fear we carry.

I am driven by your love, your promise.

This particular hope.

And this alluring freedom.

You pull me way from my own suffering.

Offering another in its place.

I love you.

I cry and fight for you.

I would die for you.

Except without that awful permanence.

Because without my voice there is nothing for you.

I must continue to let you consume me.

For this consumption will bring me purpose.

It will entice my veins.

It will hold my face between its gentle palms.

And it will whisper in my ear,

"You will be my savior."

And I say,

"I will remind them of you."

You will smile and kiss my forehead softly.

And later I will lay in your field of dreams.

With that hungry intention set.