Emptied pockets, not wanting.
Laid down like soft blue rabbit's ears
At the flanks of the inside-out jeans draped on the floor.
Two grey and blue socks puddle at the legs like
decayed fruits, sunken and sour smelling
and the sound of you;
Breathing deeply in your calm slumber,
reminds me of vast oceans full of gray
and warm sunlight on sandy beaches,
And it is the gray of your eyes and the sunlight of your touch.