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