Your Body Is A Metaphor by Michael Romani There, I said it Your body is a metaphor I'm telling you, sister It's a real tongue twister One might argue it as intentional And way beyond conventional Problematically slippery when wet Not one anyone easily forgets This exercise in articulation Is one enjoyed with great anticipation One syllable at a time Anything less would truly be a crime Look at him all out the elbows So shabbily dressed He should keep to the shadows He's impecunious and she's not impressed It's no skin off anyone's nose On might well propose Though it might be a thorny one It's all just in fun Fifty cent words are all jawbreakers Too much contention is a bellyacher But maybe this gobstopper will quiet the talk At least until the blues start to walk Their rubbernecking is an inquisition Sometimes curiosity leads to contrition Especially when it comes to preference To keep all accidental meetings in reference To the backhanded sense of compliments That keep me surly in my temperament In the two many moments that she's pejorative She keeps the literal straight into the figurative We sit here quietly and slowly imbibe In a palm grease definition we take in bribe When all is said and done it's all inducement To move us beyond our discouragement Our cut off noses tend to spit our faces When the harm intended switches places It must be said with some urgency That I love your body's metaphoric currency (c) February 1, 2018 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved