similes
your eyes
like dappled sunlight through the druids’ grove
your embrace
like a worn armchair
and a perfect cup of tea
and my favorite book
and the ck-ck of the fire
your voice
like the soft pitter-patter of rain on the window
and i’m cocooned in the warmth that resides between sleep
and daylight
your gaze
like the sense of space in my lungs
after time spent too long breathing too fast
or sometimes it’s
like being buried in a warm pile of laundry
and when you kiss me, i am certain
for the first time
i am loved.