a jacket creates my 2nd skin
warmth is now me
leather is sexy and comfortable
the squeaking noise even is characteristic
it dances in my shoulders
she holds my arms to feel
like this woman
jacket you can be
design you would be
you are shiny blacks
stacks checking racks
a daughter you are so above the atmosphere
and yet the world walks
without dance
practically drinking caffeine
you have seen
Copyright (c) Perry Barnes 2009 All Rights Reserved in All Media
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