Blush clouds hang in the early morning sky

These are the same remembered evening clouds

The air is already warm as travels from room to room

We are both standing naked in front of full length mirrors

And are photographing ourselves in the half light of the dawn

I have received yours and now you have received mine

I wish I could touch you and hold you in my arms

But you are waking in a different bed in a different country

The same sun is high but we are apart and will be for weeks forward