denim

i spent all day thinking about that seam in your jeans.  you know the one i mean. the one down the center that gets to  hug your ass all day.  it gets to slide between your legs and nestle between your thighs. how warm that seam must be from your body heat. oh the things i’d long to do, if i was that little seam in your jeans.

i thought how much like denim people are.  old and faded, crisp and new. every day wear and tear makes them soft and faded blue. we bust the seams and sew them up, tear the knee and patch them. color them so they look new.  we have our favorites the tried and true.  we have the new ones that only fit on certain occasions. pockets, zippers. buttons and velcro.  yeah people are like denim its clear to me, i see.