She comes as Doc Martens__He comes as Wayfarers__She is distinct, she is gaudy–she is reliable, she is firm__He is endearing, he is versatile–he is predictable, he is common.

She marches toward him__He’ll let her stomp him if she wants to–makes her buckle just to know that__She tries to cover him, but he bends, he flexes, he slips himself free__He clips himself to her laces–she unties them.

She strokes his face with her buckles–that gouges him with scratches__He is then lifted, abruptly, by a hand that then drops him, slamming him, returning him to the floor__His right bolt pops out of its socket–amputating his arm__She sees the bolt, she stomps it–traps it in her ridges__She picks it with her laces–they break–unraveling her fibers.

She becomes a hoodie__He becomes dog tags__She is ordinary, but she is timeless–she is modest, she is breezy__He is simple, though allegorical–he is subtle, but he is poignant.

She rubs him with her fuzzes__He’ll return her the favor if she wants it–makes her sweat just to feel the bumps__He tries to climb inside her, but she refuses, pulls her strings, and closes__He rocks himself against her–she lets him.

 

She tangles his chain with her strings__He massages them with his beads__She sweats more the more he does it__She opens her pockets for him__He takes her hint, he reaches, but he manages only to spin–though he rotates, he is trapped, stuck in his place__He spins more–it tears her strings, as he snaps apart, and falls, crashing past his target.

She becomes a sombrero__He becomes a pocket watch__She is time-worn, she is durable–she is effective, she is secure__He is classic, he is trusted–he is discreet, he is humble.

She watches as he comes__He’d face her, if she wants him–makes her wonder if he knows that__He clicks himself and opens–he ticks, pointing to her face__The wind whistles passing by her__The Sun dances on his his torso–she watches.

She tilts her eyes down toward him__He spins his sticks in circles–he clicks his button for her sake—She blocks the sun above him__He steals the eyes that surround her–she feels lighter without thats weight__He’d endure its pressure forever, but they knew he never could__The hand that grabs him, returns him to his home__She waits.