Beauty,
Seen in the light of mornings sun.
Orange, blue
Pink and purple too.
Radiantly march up the horizon line.

In this soft light,
Together we lay,
Witnessing the break of day.
Hands on bare skin,
Lips finding places to stay.

Your back,
Facing me. Touched by the morning sun
Appears like a mural, colors over-run.
I'll find myself following the shapes,
Brushing across the soaring arcs of color,
Enchanted by the reflection of the sky.

Only to be grounded once again,
When you turn around,
And meet my eyes.
Oh how I'd love,
To paint the colors of the sky
With you.