Saturday Rain

SATURDAY RAIN

Together uncover the bed
sliding coverlets and quilts
to the floor.
We move beneath the clean crisp sheets
the touch of hand to hip,
tongue to throat
breath to breath
enclosing us in sensation.

The memory of a thousand nights
gone before
provides us a menu for pleasure –
we pick and choose
without thought,
eating of each other
until we are sated.

We press bruised lips
to eyes that flutter,
darkened by shadows
that slide across walls
another rainy Saturday
well spent.










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