The sky at dawn is a stage with two curtains,

one pitch black,  descending

one soft yellow,  rising

 

As darkness recedes

shapes become clear

negatives become positive 

 

Though still asleep,  the shape of you comes into focus;

invites the transition

the valley of your waist, the rise of your hips

 

Muted sunlight finds its canvas;

wrapped in ocean blue sheets, 

your pale skin,  your auburn hair  

 

All the colors that you are