DAY AND NIGHT, AND SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN

You were cold steel, pressing against my body.
You were as rough boards, chafing my heart.
You were like an empty glass, when I was thirsty.
You were buttermilk, soured and curdled.
You were like an aspirin, stuck in my throat.
You were as fog, lingering damp and dark.
You were like a king, wielding a bloody septor.
You were as attentive and perceptive as a door.
You were the boogie man, I still watch for.

You are chocolate savored off my fingers.
You are a marijuana euphoria.
You are as my oldest blue jeans.
You are yellow flowers and butterflies.
You are a stoic building, full of memories.
You are like a panther, prowling, confidently.
You are the warm blanket air, caressing my shoulders.
You are like a patiently listening grandmother.
You are a hurled into the yonder boomerang.

You were the delight of an unexpected gift.
You are as comfortable as flannel pajamas.
You were like a vacuum, grabbing at the answers.
You are a contradiction of ancestors.
You are like a loom, spinning ideas.
You are as consumed as a scientist for a cure.
You are defensive as a cat with kittens.
You were/are the yin to my yang.
You are parts of me, flashing in neon.