Your shirt is musky.
It slides off my shoulders,
narrow like bird wings
to your bear-size breadth.
The sleeves fall well past my wrists
and into my fingertips,
curled to catch you.
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 3:23 PM UTC
Your shirt is musky.
It slides off my shoulders,
narrow like bird wings
to your bear-size breadth.
The sleeves fall well past my wrists
and into my fingertips,
curled to catch you.
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