His Shirt

His Shirt

the essence of the man
gliding over me
encircling me
becoming each of my senses

I bathe in his scent

All that he is
and will be
caressing me
permeating me

He is here
lustrous skin upon me
in the air
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

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