In the half-light of the dawn
an eye of cerulean
breaks the bleakness of the hour
and as I pour myself into its glittering depths
a daydream emerges of diving in
to wade again through memories of
midnight blue lilyponds where lovers embrace
and swimming pool waters of sludgy night black
where you spin me round the stars
before coming back to rest again on this;
our shared space of soft cotton threads.
Awake now we trace our journey on skin
and for me, all others flake and drift away
and time, it comes to a shuddering halt.