Checkered Shirts

I can feel my head sink into his stretched skin
feel the edges of his ribs rub up against my skull
through the cloth of his shirt.

I can feel his stomache rising
falling
turn my head so that my cheek is up
against his bellybutton

I press my lips up against the fabric
and kiss it gently
and feel that I love him
and I love his body
and the scent of the textured material
which covers it.





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