blue jeans, yes, the blue
in the jeans, the jeans
i claim that it is all that i see,
but i may go on a deeper
exploration of this
introspection, there was
something fleshy
under the blueness of the jeans
something dark
like the color of the night
filled with
desires that one wants
to spell correctly,

there is the hand there
resting
and with a permission
since it stays there for
a longer time
unhampered

their eyes are smiling
and they were telling me
about
the art of letting go
and sending out the doves
free finally from their
decorated cage

at the end i always
ask
what did i feel?

frankly, i may say
nothing, but let me explore
the secret room inside my house,
envy is there
wide awake and wanting to go
out of itself
towards the darkness of the night
and the coldness
of the typhoon air

envy looks out of the
window
and it is very restless

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/envy-looks-restlessly/