Of T-shirts and jealous knives By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
There is this old T-shirt,
and it is covered in your scent.
Which makes it a knife
that stabs into my soul.
With that particular
delicious stab, that comes
from loving you
from far off.
Which is to say.....
Every single one of
my senses craves your presence,
So when I caught smell
of that old T-shirt,
all the other senses
got jealous of my nose.
Who for a moment
got to love you again!
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