Morning doze I find myself emerging from the floor of the ocean Scent of red I'm watching in the water sculptures of light on your white back I move in nowhere like a swimmer in a bathroom Red lights of a day not yet began and already bare plain as a deep, unfair sunset let me sleep or maybe not Signs of your tight clothes are my way home feeling as gold as unadorned You go down the street naked and free by the people sight painted by the red lights wahe up in a city the morning hides