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Your Sweater

Poetry By: Miriam

when a person you like lends you their sweater, their presence stays with you along with the garment, and a simple piece of cloth becomes precious.

Submitted:Jan 22, 2008    Reads: 104    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

I stare
My loquacious nature

Gone asunder

I am, for once,
At a loss
In-able to comprehend
Or to act
Completely flustered

By a Sweater

I reach
A single finger
Towards it
It feels rough

Like soft sandpaper

Unsure of intent

I hold it up

Pulling it
Up over my head

Smoothing the sweater

Down against my arms

The subtle smell

Of its owner

Wafts over me

Fitting around me
Like cloth
Feeling its texture
Smelling its scent
I wonder
If I am intended
To wear said garment

It has your presence

Within its wool

You see it as

Meer fabric

Lent only for warmth

To me

This phantom remberance

With promises

To meet again

In order
To return

Yet each thread

Of your sweater

Are not bits of wool

A haunting,
So cryptic
That though it warms
And feels

Against my skin

I still have no

Words of certainty

To define

Such a gesture

As this sweater

So often I wear it
In the time
It has been rented to me
That the joke has been made

That the wool

Will fuse

With my flesh

I am not sure

If I would mind

The constant presence

Of your cloth

And smell
If I dare to dream it,
Your intent

In this piece

Of warm clothing

In this simple sweater

I find so much


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