Ode for a Flannel

Dearest Flannel,

One who smells like his clean aftershave

The kind of smell that racks my senses,

And makes me think of his jumps

Over my inner fences.

Dearest Flannel,

How do you make me miss him so?

Is it my memory of his smile

In that swirl of red and brown plaid

But now I just am getting so sad

Without him here.

Dearest Flannel,

I love your pockets

Great for hiding my secrets

Like the way his eyes make my head fly

And take off like a rocket

But I will never tell him.

Dearest Flannel,

Why do you make my insides hop?

Why do you make my heart stop?

Why do you send me into a tizzy?

But oh,

Dearest Flannel,

The sight of you makes me dizzy.

Especially with him wearing you.

Thank you.