My skin is dark.
Hers is the color of certain lilies.
Meaning, I guess that we are either:

Mismatched and incompatible-
or complimentary and flattering.

Lines of dark brown, and five o'clock shadow
wrapped around ivory curves.

At dawn, the differences are blurred,
all shapes bathed in orange/yellow light.
We, enclosed in a single sheet,

our breathing simultaneous.

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