Silverfish

Bliss

You are the night:
A dark venture in which I am surrounded by,
a hard hand to my willing cheek,
a terrible feeling that drags my heavy chest.

And as every day ends you begin,
another endearing lapse
to burn away in my eyes–
a beautiful disaster.

But with the night comes uncertainty;
and an appalling fear,
sharp and giving,
always pressing against my love.

So I wait for the light again,
like I had before.
Confiding in the warm,
caustic glow of the morning.

But it is not like the night,
for the night is dangerous and aware.
The night is a beautiful green,
a rare emerald within the grey.

And though the night brings me pain,
and tears at my skin,
and bruises my compliance,
I still fall into him:

Easy,
breathless,
ardent.