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 major 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.
What cloth do you drape yourself in
nowadays?
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