simile metaforce

It's like we are each
other's nutshell and nut,
reversibly. I am the sunlit
spray in space, and you are
the wave curling over me
'til we break and crash
come tumbling in, so
dragging back out to sea
we flow. But this time
I am the wave, and you:
are shining suspense
in air as I rise, to hang
atop you and awave we
go. Much similar, too:
how you are the pin, 
and I am the head 
as the angels dance 
in angles of light spun 
infinitely, while some 
occult hand mends 
somebody's pants. 
It is quite as or like 
some simile jumped 
from her side of the glass 
to see metaphor. And metaphor 
took her literally. And ever since then, 

it's meaning more.