Golden Boy

Golden Boy

She wears him
like an old pair of jeans.
Sliding on just right
to fit the curves
of her existence.
The reinvention of mediocrity
sparkles in high heels
inhaled to pose
picture perfect,
as he stifles his own breath
to hold together the seams.
Even the most solid stitch
will unravel,
give way to time
his exhalation breathing
who he once was.
And when he is worn
too much for her tastes,
there will be another
who smooths over his rips
and tears, embraces
the softness of years gone by.
This will be the one –
priceless.