Morning Doze

Morning doze
I find myself emerging
from the floor of the ocean
Scent of red
I'm watching in the water
sculptures of light
on your white back
I move in nowhere
like a swimmer in a bathroom
Red lights of a day
not yet began and already bare
plain as a deep, unfair sunset
let me sleep or maybe not
Signs of your tight clothes
are my way home
feeling as gold as unadorned

You go down the street
naked and free by the people sight
painted by the red lights
wahe up in a city the morning hides