The room
is dark
like midnight
your body
is a dark
shadow
against
the cotton
sheets
they cover
your form
like snow
stirring
you turn
to me
brushing
aside
the linen
inviting
me
inside
your igloo

It’s November
and cold
back home
in Charlotte
trees
have blushed
by Summer’s
escapades
here
in Honolulu
the trees
have nothing
to be embarrassed
about
it’s still green
and lush
like velvet
curtains
flowers
still bloom
as giddy
as school
girls

Daybreak
starts
with obliteration
of night
a crushing
of dark
skies
which drips
into morning
like straining
orange juice
from its
fruit
the sun
brings light
long before
it crests
the horizon
like flashlights
in dark
forests
at last
the ball
of light
rises
and brings
with it
squints
and heat
and
tan lines

I awoke
to find
the east
light slowly
rising
like biscuits
in the oven
a bank
of clouds
floats
above
your
head
as I quietly
watch
you sleep
brushing
hair from your
eyes
I watch
as your
lids
flutter
by teasing
dreams
your stomach
rises
and falls
with every
breath

watching
you sleep
is what
I
imagine
angels
see
every
night

Icycles
of west
sunlight
landed
in your
hair
as we
sat
together
henna
and raspberry
and dark cherry
danced
like
twinkling
lights
your
brown eyes
were
coffee and cream
in color
your lips
full
were
silhouettes