Is that how you feel
as I stick to you
like lichen on a rock
the grass stain that
won't go away
magnet on steel
shadow
rain all over you
 
Or, no, you are the case, voice, and gender
inseparable from me within noun
 
The nose on your face
stripes on a tiger
can't outrun them
lines on the road
 
Would you etch me off with acid
or absorb me oblivious
and turn back to your garden