blue jeans, yes, the blue <br />in the jeans, the jeans <br />i claim that it is all that i see, <br />but i may go on a deeper <br />exploration of this <br />introspection, there was <br />something fleshy <br />under the blueness of the jeans <br />something dark <br />like the color of the night <br />filled with <br />desires that one wants <br />to spell correctly, <br /> <br />there is the hand there <br />resting <br />and with a permission <br />since it stays there for <br />a longer time <br />unhampered <br /> <br />their eyes are smiling <br />and they were telling me <br />about <br />the art of letting go <br />and sending out the doves <br />free finally from their <br />decorated cage <br /> <br />at the end i always <br />ask <br />what did i feel? <br /> <br />frankly, i may say <br />nothing, but let me explore <br />the secret room inside my house, <br />envy is there <br />wide awake and wanting to go <br />out of itself <br />towards the darkness of the night <br />and the coldness <br />of the typhoon air <br /> <br />envy looks out of the <br />window <br />and it is very restless<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/envy-looks-restlessly/
