The Blue shirt
As I walk into the room
After a long day
(Because it's always long)
I see it
Oversized and laying
Haphazardly on the bedspread
I walk over to it
And bring it to my face
The cotton
Feels soft between my fingertips
So much like your lips
But in an instant it's back to business
I hastily drop my uniform on my floor
And pull the pajama shorts roughly on
Over my legs
Then I finally slip the shirt over my head
I look in the mirror
I now can sit and gaze
At the blue color and trace the outline
Of the words on the shirt
It does not really matter what they are
Because I do not really know
And the blue
Is nothing compared to the blue of
Our eyes
I close my eyes for a moment
And let the smell envelope me
Like a designer cologne, your skin and mine
I let the smell take me to you
The feeling of the blue cotton rests
Against my bare skin
A trifle or a small token
This blue shirt
But it's just like when you're here with me
Those blue eyes
So like mine
Seem to pierce to my very core
But just like this blue shirt
My blue eyes hide what is not yet yours to find
My secrets and my insides
As soon as I'm with you
I hear the phone ring
Now I really am with you
But it is, of course, not the same
So now I hide behind my blue eyes
And my blue shirt as
I pick up the line
"Hey, yeah I'm here.
Yeah. I am wearing your shirt"
You never see how it makes me smile
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