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