metaphor
you’re my parachute,
my drum beat,
you’re the foil for my gum
and the jam for my toast
you’re the tulips in my windowbox
the sheets on my mattress and
the buttons for my cardigan.
you’re the marshmallows for my hot chocolate,
you’re the tiles
on my
floor.
you’re my umbrella.
you’re the pattern on my socks
and the laces on my sneakers,
my doorknob and toothbrush and spiral-bound notebook.
you’re my blanket and pillow and jacket.
you’re my mittens.
you’re my canoe and my paddle.
you’re my ocean.
-MWE
28 June 2002
