Blue Jeans

The rough sweet texture

of blue jeans. And

the swish- swoosh when

I'm walking. The pitter-patter

of water when I'm

setting them out to

dry. And the scrape

of my finger nails

against the denim

while I'm rolling them

up The blue as

deep as the ocean,

like blue eyes staring

into mine as. And

the little innocent look

you give me every

time I look at you

The taste of sweet

licorice as I eat

it, one bite at

a time. And the

strong confidence you

give me as I walk

by. People stare in

amazement as they

wish they had a

pair of blue jeans.