eigengrau
the only way to ignore the sunrise is to close our eyes at daybreak
white light pours through delicate curtain lace— an unseen ocean roiling
more to see and to say as blue waves beckon, calling toward tomorrow
but no matter what we try, there’s no true darkness. light seeps in everywhere
the shade we find there feels almost ultraviolet; we see it together, apart
in separate beds, rooms on opposed coasts, we conjure the same cosmos
this color could be our own. when other lovers see it too, do they know we bathe in it?