Pants
Who
wears the pants
In
this relationship of ours
I
bet they sit and wonder
They
know not that I
Do
not wear pants
And
these days we wear not too much
Of
Anything
These
things
That
I
These
word I write
Are
just that:
Pants
I
wish they were underwear
Closer
to the skin
And
not changed that often
For
now
We just
linger in our skin.