Sunday, 8 May 2011

Ode To His Shirt

It flows over me
Fabric like an autumn breeze
On my bare skin
A source of warmth on a chilly night

Aftershave and soap
Lingers
Remnants of Him, his person
I breathe him, even in his absense

Some sizes too big...it cascades around me
The walls around a castle
Flames lick, hot 
The end of his sleeves tucked tight underneath my fingers

Plain, Insignificant
Discarded, forgotton in a heap in his wardrobe
Wrapped tight around my bare flesh
Collars warm on the hollow of my neck, the lining hot between my thighs

My mouth rested just below the V-line
I sleep with a smile
I sleep with him with me

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