shirt
- Jul 8, 2019
- 1 min read
You look down my shirt as if I gave you permission to.
As if you're mine and I'm yours.
You look me in the eye with no emotion
And a flat line for a smile.
As you stand on your porch I look up from the ground,
My eyes meet yours
And yours meet mine
Then I see them cast down to my shirt
Through my shirt, through my bra to my young chest.
And you smile
I slide down my glasses and look back down and keep walking.
The worst thing was that you smiled.
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