There is something about the yellow fluorescent lighting in this laundry mat
that brings out the gold in your beard
the contours in your curls
the canary yellow depths of your brown eyes
and does nothing to suppress the red in the apples of your cheeks,
nor the pink in the softness of your lips,
nor the white shining from your big teeth.
You are so full of life
in a place where every one looks like their dried out and jaundiced.
Your smile and wink reminds me you are a real thing,
and in 5 minutes, I’ll still be sitting on your lap,
because the dryer still has 15.