my most recent poems

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Blue jean blues

Supple softness of Cotton
Snug around her thighs
Like the embrace of god
Like to touch the seams; I would

Blue-Jean tactile wonder
Blended roughness
Scented like Tide
Sold in stores everywhere

the words

We had the words
Spun like silver
Sliced like bread
We had the words

Jumbled into nothingness
Meaning Fire, Meaning Burn
Jammed into purpose

We had the words
To scream
To bleed a soul dry
We had the words

Kiss me

Tongue me tender
Tongue me twice
Lick the wounds
Deep out of sight

Your breath so hot
Around my lips
Defrost the aching
Need of lust

I like The Words a lot.

Thank you. I know that the other two may be a little, you know. Weird. I was having a tactile day and the feel of my own jean shorts overpowered me. Then I started thinking about that same intensity in my skin and the other poem was born.