Silverfish

The Net

I will take you there, to a place only somewhat fabricated by my very own romantic tendencies; a slight idealization of somewhere that perhaps really does exist. And when we get there after a long afternoon of bright blue and yellow flashes, we are settled into confusion and immediate gratification from our patient journey.

It is this forbearance that draws us into each other–I try to distract you with caustic fragments to hide my terrible flush–and when you gently lean into my side you really make me feel something in the pit of my stomach.

Belligerent in all of the most comforting ways, a falling, a spontaneous reassurance that you will be here, with me.

So of course I must take you here, into the woods. It is where creativity and passion ignites within myself. Where dread lays next to ebullience, and at times softly tug at one another (my poetry can define this quarrel). Just about all of everything you find endearing about myself derives from underneath the tall oak and fiery moss.

I consider myself to be a part of this heart, tethered to her perfect system.

I find peace here, with you.