  Morning Breath I lay quietly,  reflective on the crisp white sheets strewn carelessly on my bed it is early morning as the sun tries to make it's way through my curtained window I am happy,  peaceful gently I pull my pillow to me closing my eyes imagining the scent and warmth of his body upon mine I take breathe,  contentedly feeling my heart beat listening with a smile at words fluttering on the wind whispering into my being I rise,  thoughtful disheveled in my joy sunlight bathes my skin as I open my curtained window to find him on the breeze I inhale deeply taking love into my soul.   Mary Torres 
