"Good Mornings"

The hair drapes over my shoulder
And clavicle..
Skin tight and bare contouring muscle there

She

Is yours and dripping.
Dripping her colour all over the floor.
Meshed in blankets as clouds covered so.
Fauny eyes...
Playful... Retreat-weary, as ever...
Heart, a vague mass, white pulse,
Electric charge, Aura a haven
When you lay in it's vicinity.

Imagination is all I have
To an empty drapery of bed
And window light
And you...

Nowhere
In sight