a cold rain today
and our muddy shoes are down,
just inside the door

and our slick coats hang
dripping in the entranceway —
and the rain has a voice,

the roof and windows
speak its language as you *****
out of your work clothes

in the otherwise
silence… and I feel like dust
or a spider web

up in the corner
until your inattention
runs across my eyes

and you undress me,
our clothes like our muddy shoes
and our bodies slick

against each other,
like our coats in the hallway…
and our love is the rain

and the rain has a voice,
spoken by your hands and lips
falling over me

in the otherwise silence

~ Poem Peregrine
kittysoftpaws kittysoftpaws
36-40, F
Jan 14, 2013