I look at the blue of my pillowcase
And all I see is your eyes
Laid boldy against it;
The sunlight on your skin;
Those soft-colored lips.

I look at the blue of my pillowcase
And there you are smiling at me;
I hear your voice in memory.
I feel your heat
In bed with me.

So much orange
It leaves me blue;
You're the
Slanting sunlight, too.