A desperate longing for your touch,
I reach for your discarded shirt.
The fabric clings to my skin,
A lingering comfort
In your winsome scent.
A gift until
claimed by the
greedy
air.
*
Author's Note: This poem was inspired by "In This Shirt" by The Irrepressibles.
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Alyssa Nicole
A toxicologist who secretly hopes to be a full-time author. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head until I get around to writing them. Some of those ideas end up here.
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Love this! Great imagery and then those last few lines! Brilliant!
Ooohhh ... those last lines caught me! Well done!