I love you
in my shirt
the big silky Byronic one
(you know the one)
that clings
to each and every curve
and turns
your body into song.
I watch it
(enviously)
as it touches
the tops of your thigh
(Oh...sigh!)
as it touches
the nape of your neck
(Oh...my!)
your breast
altering the frontage
(be my guest
what care I?)
your tautened nipples
(Jesus...wept!)
and the tail end
caressing the gentle
curve of a buttock
(I openly weep!)
see-through in sunlight
(enough...enough!) .
Take this chalice
...please!
Don't get me wrong
I don't want my shirt back!
You want
the shirt
off of my back?
You can have it!
I'd give it to you
anytime!
I just
wish
I was
...that shirt!
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-shirt/
