In Your Arms

Bright colors in the fog that was smoke, 
like the warm inside cold.

We are exhausted.
the intimacies are sharp, 
because everything else is vague. 

I found your arms this morning.  
you came into my room and smiled. 
At first I wanted you gone. 
I wanted to be left alone with my tea, 
nursing a sullen burning. 
My candle was a solitary one. 

But you brought with you 
the childlike bouncing of the sun. 
You brought morning. 
My candle was snuffed as needless 
in your arms. 

We cannot see beyond, 
but inside my room everything is bright.