a list of inanimate objects that strangely remind me of you

you are black underwear

let me explain

the idea of something so sexy is hard to retain

but thats you

even with more than a few

strings of torn elastics and holes that run from you freckled waist

to the end of the curve that is an ever calling embrace

you are black under

you are my grandmothers 20 year old armoire

because it holds a collection of bright colors and fun stories

from your 1st birthday to last nights dinner with no category

and an apperance so worn, but intruiging and still smooth

the experiences of an 80 year old 

the embodiment of youth

you are my granfmothers 20 year old armoire

you are a history textbook

something so 'unproblematic' but still with a bias

something that even without speaking, can show such emotion

such un called for devotion

but i haven't love world war II

the way i love how soft your voice gets way you talk about the things you love

you are my kitchen anolog clock

the way you are so repetative when you talk

you start at twelve and and end at two

but this, dear, is something i always knew

you talk about sifi the way you talk about the moon and stars 

endless identifiable layers, like endless bookshelves

but no matter where you start you will always resort to twelve

you are my kithen analog clock

you are a star

when i look into your eyes

its something that almost hurts

but i continue to look at

because this is the kind of pain enjoy

but the love you destroy

because this feeling is something you dont want inside you

your eyes make the stars look like make grandmotheres wedding ring

worn everyday for 40 years

they still shine but i've seen much better

and i'd take a day looking into your eyes

over the brightest star

or the last eclipse

because who need flaming balls of gas

when they've got you