I’d like to be a nest
if you were a little bird.
I’d like to be a scarf
if you were a neck
and were cold.
If you were music,
I’d be an ear.
If you were water,
I’d be a glass.
If you were light,
I’d be an eye.
If you were a foot,
I’d be a sock.
If you were the sea,
I’d be a beach.
And if you were still the sea,
I’d be a fish,
and I’d swim in you.
And if you were the sea,
I’d be salt.
And if I were salt,
you’d be lettuce,
an avocado or
at least a fried egg.
And if you were a fried egg,
I’d be a piece of bread.
And if I were a piece of bread,
you’d be butter or jam.
If you were jam,
I’d be the peach in the jam.
If I were a peach,
you’d be a tree.
And if you were a tree,
I’d be your sap…
and I’d course through your arms like blood.
And if I were blood,
I’d live in your heart.