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