to you who wear jeans so well1.
you are jean-clad:
you are a modest
michelangelo’s david
as your sculpted muscles
round out hollowed cloth,
living marble
molding second skin.
my eyes are tempted
to trace lovingly
the graceful contours
carved in blue denim.
2.
your back is a deep river
inviting me to wade
in its waters.
as my fingers swim
the length of your spine,
i slowly begin to drown.
