Chrysalis Poem by Naveed Akram

My chrysalis combines with craft
To produce me from the substance
You desire from suggestions.

I am surrounded by heavenly abundance,
Fleeting worries are like wars,
Building up inside like pains.

The embodiment of hearts is a rare science,
Languid ironies take root,
For the worlds of collisions are awake.

I am enraptured by the heavenly heat,
Felicity is about to be care-free
Livid with rage.

I am an ineffable monument of pure
Thoughts made by the Lieutenant
Of Sins, the really accomplished author.

My feeding is for you, and you alone,
My butterflies speak to you, alone,
You alone in this weird old world.