Denim Man
the greatest misfortune of {us}
is that you only seem to recall
a few black pages of our relations
nonchalantly tossing aside the gilded chapters
that made up the volumes of our past...
your miscalculation...you sought to suck satin
out of a denim man
always a shade less than your expectation
a texture that rouged your mental skin..
and of what cloth do you drape yourself in
nowadays
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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