I want to wear your large oversized t-shirts to bed. The kind that hang mid thigh. The ones that smell like you and you purposely leave hanging out of a drawer for me to steal. The ones you say look better on me than yourself. The kind of shirts that you would feign annoyance over me slipping the colored cloth out of your draw but secretly adoring it.
Ones you can easily slide up my thigh and over my head.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
