At first light,

The sun blushes as she does,

Slyly exerting itself from the corner,

Staggering with hazy dreams.

The girl pulls the curtains apart

And her arms stretch out to reach:

see the skyline’s sweep.

Eyes like dead deserts in the night,

are marbles by morning,

She sits silently, almost asleep, her hands,

wrapped around her skin:    

warm, indulgent.