When the morning is like milk and the muggy grey creeps through the window,
your face is the smoothest its ever been.
Without the contours of the sun I see you as you are in my minds eye,
perfectly plain for manipulation.
In this blue morning glow I can make you suit my needs,
the reality of life has shifted black, white to grey.
I cannot question the peacefulness of your perfection
yet an anxious beat starts to wonder and I cannot swat the white noise that stands between us.
In this morning grey I know that love is still alone.