the most beautiful metaphors

I'll be the grapes fermented,
bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
like a perfect gentlemen











I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
where you will sit and contemplate your day









I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
in an open tab when your judgement's on the brink









I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...



I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
you won't have to strain to look into my eyes










I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat
with the collar up so you won't catch a cold