Emma Gascoyne

Faded Denim Shirt - Poem by Emma Gascoyne

and he doesn’t mind
when rain falls and
soaks his denim shirt,
its faded hues darkening,
pressed close against
his chest -
like breath
that I inhale.

and when he cries
I taste the salt
of a thousand
rainy days,
when walking
over soft wet sand
he seeks to
hold my hand.

He says 'no matter'
and still will smile
when cold hands
touch his heart,
undoing all the
buttons from his
faded old blue shirt


Comments about Faded Denim Shirt by Emma Gascoyne

  • (3/24/2009 5:51:00 AM)

    his chest -
    like breath
    that I inhale.
    I wear your breath
    on me whole day
    I wonder if they notice
    I smell any different
    __ Orange Geometry at PH
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  • (5/4/2006 11:05:00 AM)

    Thanks Tai

    haven't been writing much of late - I think the muse took a holiday, but getting back to it gently - looking forwards to reading your work again.

    Emma x
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  • (5/4/2006 3:18:00 AM)

    Welcome with open arms to Poemhunter Emma, I have missed your gentle touching poetry of which this is a shining example. 10 and grinning at you, Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 4, 2006

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