O Mystery Revealed!
27th January 11
Pajama jeans,
O Blanket of softness; mockingbird garment of sapphire hue;
Who knows your secret?
Who may divine that azure truth as you saunter past,
Swaying, smirking, switching amid yonder juke joint;
You are a billboard that screams its advertisement:
“I am woman! Mark my curves cupped ever so tightly, gifts ever so squeezed!”
And there, o textiled magician, is thy secret!
Though you may appear tighter than the drums of mine ancestors,
You are but soft! Flexible! Breathable!
Leaving my cooter free of yeast infections
And me able to drop down and hit mine booty-do with ease
Freedom.
