January Jeans

Something very beautiful has come over me that makes me walk slowly

And take pause, to sway with music only I can hear and smile at everyone I see

Even where it invites trouble

I’m curious and relaxing into it

You could dip a butter knife into my chest and spread me out

Languidly living isn’t in my nature

But it fits like a glove and is a nice color on me

A pair of jeans I can sit in