horrible metaphor

i want you like a horrible metaphor
to come to me at a still moment
other things peaceful & left alone
breathing in nothing
you come clinging
on the fingers
like scotch tape
like curing glue
milky
like dough
body like laundry fresh from the dryer
crease of the eye in heavy sleep
adhesions of the intestine
lips after silence
a membrane of skin
you touch me
you say baby