melissaahowells
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I'd like to be your shirt that new one that soft one when you wake up in the morning and you think of that velvety feeling and how, when it touches your skin you let that touch be my chin and my fingertips knead into the corners of your/my/our smiles as my nose nuzzles where your heart lives I'd like to be your shirt the one you reach for in the morning that one that makes you feel comfortable the one that helps you feel your best the one that will soon smell like you more than all the rest I'd like to be worn and rarely washed and a welcome comfort even when I tear and rend and need mending yet you think I'm enough and you decide you like the holes and stains because it reminds you of the times I was near I would like to be your shirt the one you left unfolded in the drawer or quietly waiting even when you've dropped me to the bedroom floor because I know I'm comfortable in the knowledge you'll pick me up and I'll smell you and I'll memorize you even more and more. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM (ODE TO BEING YOUR SHIRT?!) 12/16AM 1/9/2022 TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY REGISTERED COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE...MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD GEE, I FEEL PROLIFIC!!! AND JOYFUL!! ah the smell of cotton warmed by a hot body and seasoned by the salted air Vote for this poem |
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