Musing

The Shirt by Jane Kenyon

The shirt touches his neck
and smoothes over his back.
It slides down his sides.
It even goes down below his belt -
down into his pants.
Lucky shirt. 



I really think a fic needs to be down regarding this poem. Actually, it's begging to be written, just because of Lt. Col. John "I Wear Sexy Black Shirts Which Turn Girls Into Puddles Of Mush" Sheppard.  Damn teh shirt. 

The idea is just buzzing around in my brain, but I already did my 'Girl Obsesses Over Hot Man's Shirt' fic  with The Incident in the Library (Harry Potter, James/Lily because I can't resist a good pimp). 

Which was how the poem was introduced to me anyway. One of my friends shoved my AP Poetry book in my face and said, "Read this!" Giggle, giggle. "It reminds me of your fic!


I think I need to go rewatch all the SGA episodes with TEH SHIRT OF SEXY in it for inspiration. 


Is it wrong that I find McKay's grey shirt near the end season two hawt too?