Your Oversized Shirt

I love you; have been in love with you.

Perhaps a piece of me always has been,

In love with you.

I know this because of,

The way I still feel,

In your worn and oversized shirt,

With its tail and front sloping low,

And the upward cut of the fabric,

That offered up my thighs,

As your hands ran up my leg.

And because of the way I feel,

When I remember saying,

“Be soft, and gentle, and slow”,

And you were.

And I lay there and let the throes of passion,

Wash over me like the waters of a summer brook,

Long, and peaceful, and lingering.

And I miss you, for this has been a reflection,

On how it was when we were each other’s,

And what it was like to not be alone,

As I lay here wrapped in your oversized shirt.