There’s this soft shirt you own
I like it when you wear it because it holds onto your perfume
And I can bury my face in your shoulder or rest my chin against your neck and take you in 
I want to hold you close so I can feel the soft fabric against my skin
I want to take it off of you so I can get even closer
I want to put it on so that I am surrounded by you
Inside of your shirt and your smell and your touch and the sound of your voice I feel like I’m home