this eccentic pink longing fades softly
to shallow blue
while the morning pours itself in the window,
dripping slowly onto my eyelids,
and waking you into the peace of daylight.
but the brilliant glow streaming off your skin
that wraps me
carries a touch of electricity
to flood through sleepy veins
and blink slumbering eyes upon contact;
blooming years of comfortable smiles
hidden beneath feigned disinterest
and the miles of concrete and farmland
between.
with subtle goodbyes, time carries on again
passing from the short hours that found me
wrapped and waking between gerometric blue
and red hibiscus
to the horizontal pink that shrouds my bed
like reflections of absent presence.
your skin and coffee taste something like peace.
