I press your cotton shirt and settle like steam into the fabric.
Tomorrow, you will inhabit the soul of my labor, the subtle perfume left to say a woman has entered here --
while you stand there, slowly slipping her on, wearing her close, white mist on the coastal shoulders of Monterey
where her presence clings to stone or the stone clings to her attempting to shroud the burden of a sea, another day. _____________________________________ The painting is by American artist, Steve Hanks.