Pondering Watercolors for Later’s Painting

By Alec Prevett

Wheat:
Eyelids in their stillness clutching
     muddy irises like gemstones.
Vermillion:
The sun, its own eye not yet wide, peeking
     through the curtains to gently rouse us.
Pitch:
Your hair tousled and shooting
     in directions that will embarrass you.
Azure:
Flannel sheets in disarray swaddling
     us like children tired and pure.
Café Au Lait:
Those freckles large and small unwavering
     on those talcum seas, your skin.
Puce:
Shaded lips, smeared and parting
     against my shoulder, as if to whisper no,
     morning is not yet.