#levis
I envy her.
I'd write that
she changes lovers
as often as her clothes,
but I've seen her
hold on to clothes
much longer.
I envy her.
She knows love
straight out of
a Vogue editorial.
The kind where models
wear only jeans
and ****** each other
with their polished,
photoshopped beauty
and ****** eyes.
Then you see
the same models
somewhere else,
seducing some other model,
and wonder
how their brains
can keep up
the oxytocin
demand.
I envy her.
My lover and I,
we're full of holes,
like my father's
light blue Levi's
from the eighties.
I don't envy her.
We're full of holes,
my love and I,
but full of patches
because a good pair of jeans
are worth mending
when they fit you
like a glove.
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
The wandering willow tree
Stands in a spring shower
Sanctified by the tears of holy water
She walks toward a church
Without walls
Filled with people
It's ceiling the sky
The sun rises on this gathering
It's rays are on the willow tree
The children are in the branches
On her shoulder's swing the future
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC