His Shirt
Clean
immaculate
the essence of the man
gliding over me
encircling me
becoming each of my senses
I bathe in his scent
All that he is
was
and will be
caressing me
permeating me
He is here
lustrous skin upon me
in the air
breathing
whispering
in me
I wear him for the day
am him for the day
no one will see
no one will comprehend
I live embraced by him throughout the day
June 1, 2000
Tressa Lee Breen
