Xenie

Sweet Xenomorph your silken skin

Glints off the ship walls

The dripping of your acid breath akin

To music in alabaster halls.

Though I know you will consume me

I still yearn for your touch

You're the only one who knew me

When you burst out of me at lunch.

I'll miss you in the morning

As I head away for Earth

The crest around your head adorning

The wall above my hearth.