You Are (Romantic)

Greetings!

Here's a poem I wrote a few years ago that has PJ undertones. I thought about calling it "You Are" but opted for "Romantic" instead. It appears in my book of poetry called Rot.

You are the perfume to my funk
You are the itch to my scabies
You are the shrugs to my trapezius
You are the please to my polite
You are the bubbles to my bathtub fart
You are the hoth to my wampa
You are the pearl to my jam
You are the whips to my dominatrix
You are the polyester to my disco
You are the “oof” to my body blow
You are the radar to my mash
You are the camp counselor to my jason
You are the diaper to my shit
You are the cockroach to my, “uh, kill it”
You are the cerulean to my blue
You are the apostrophe to my possession
You are the simile to my like
You are the lazy to my crazy
You are the snot to my phlegm
You are the .44 to my son of sam
You are the line breaks to my cummings poem
You are the suck to my vacuum
You are the dumb to my gomer
You are the formaldehyde to my cadaver
You are the oozing thing to my dala painting
You are the wet willy to my ear
You are the hair to my puberty
You are the s’s to my mississippi
You are the goat to my bestiality
You are the tongue to the jujube stuck in my tooth