The color of your skin…

The sun creeps through the window. It tickles my eyes and the baby hairs on your neck. Just seconds into the day, and I already know that something is different about you, about me, about the world and everybody in it. We’re tired of sleeping, we’re tired of dreaming. We’re waking up. Waking up.

The color of your skin when you rise, is God damned beautiful. The color of your hair and your eyes, God damned beautiful. The color of your voice, I’ve no choice. I’m listening. Yeah. You’re glistening this morning.

We’re waking up!