These rainy days are
the ones I had hoped I would spend alone with you
bundled up beneath blankets
sharing one and others lips, and warmth
caressing your dark, naked skin
and kissing it with my mouth
while you laugh and smile as you run your fingers through my hair
and stare peacefully into my eyes
each of us enjoying the presence of the other
as we listen…
to the rain fall outside.
© 2000 Peter
A. Rosel
