Let me step inside you
and perch on your spine,
as your existence trudges by
with its lime scowl firmly in place.
I promise to take my shoes off,
so as not to mark your newly polished
I will also leave my hood at the door -
that way I can't be accused of stealing.
(Even though I'd love to.)
I think you'd benefit from having gills -
I often worry that your deep breathing is a sign
you're not getting enough air.
but it's so comfortable here,
leaning against your lungs.