Cotton Sweater

Tonight, I am wearing
your cotton sweater.

It hung oversized over
            my hips;

reminding me of your warmth
that waves
      my homesickness away,

reminding me of your security
that keeps my senses
sane.

The hem of which hugged my thighs,
snug
yet
gentle;

reminding me of a rush,
a rush as heady as your scent,
reminding me of that swing

where we sit

where we watch

the sky, the sunset.