Dawn makes a rainbow of sorts.
Blue and green, amber and brown,
off the broken glass outside your window.
You smile at me, white teeth a shock
in this rainbow world.
The egg runs yellow and oval
in your black pan.
I watch your shoulders
square and round, t-shirt bright white
in the morning sun of another day
that I sit silent.
You fold your hands
and I see in their shape
my heart, lily-white, in your hands.