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The Shirt

by Kate Demeree

The house is quiet
Its rooms are dark
No word from you tonight
Sleep an errant child
Which eludes me
Restlessness staking it's claim
To the territory of mind
With shaking hands
Chilled by silence
I reach and find
The bit of you
That remains here with me
Your gift to me
Removing all else
I lift it above my head
Feel its soft comfort
Carrying your scent
Slide softly down my breasts
Across my belly
It's edges playing on my thighs
Ghost fingers of memory
Red gray comfort
Snuggled warmer here
Than under the quilt
At last my eyes close
Wrapped in your shirt
I sleepÂ… naked of all
But
You

10/05/2003

Posted on 10/05/2003
Copyright © 2025 Kate Demeree

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Adrian Calhoun on 10/08/03 at 05:13 AM

Sentimental, sweet, and seductive. Well done.

Posted by Graeme Fielden on 10/08/03 at 07:01 PM

this spoke to me like a whisper in a breeze ... sentimental, soft and oh so moving ... nice work Kate :)

Posted by David R Spellman on 10/09/03 at 08:29 PM

I do believe the temperature just rose here! Wow Kate - absolutely splendid!!!

Posted by JD Clay on 10/10/03 at 01:52 PM

Now there is a mental picture worth a thousand verbs. Each one as sensual as the last. Great piece, Kate. Sweet dreams! Peace...

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/10/03 at 04:30 PM

Magnifico! Excellent descriptiveness Kate.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/11/03 at 01:37 PM

there is such a wealth of imagery here one could not spend in one lifetime

Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/14/05 at 04:51 AM

Wow! You at your sumptuous best in this one, Kate. Especially like the erotic feel of the shirt moving across the body of the separated lover. It sparked my imagination about this love relationship and the man that left his scent.

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