The shirtA Poem by ConnectedWindsThe second I touch it My heart leaps My fingers burn His shirt I slip it on Over my bare shoulders Down my back Around my waist It tells my skin I once brushed over his skin As I now brush over yours His presence still there Hugging me Letting me Hold Him
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ConnectedWindsAboutI prefer a therapeutic approach to poetry – leaving space to allow the reader’s soul to answer more..Writing
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