his undressed window faced east
tilting his head left he watched
a graysilver rain siftsaw individual drops like particles of sand in a turned hour glass
she wiggled up against his ribs
her head to his armpitnestled on his shoulder
Good morning he smiled lazily at her
What are you smiling at?
You
I humour you?
A wee bit
A wee bit? You didn’t pay any attention to me last night.
I was yes.
Yes I just wanted to take inabsorb
the sounds the rain through the atmosphere
trees tickledwheezing rain gurglingplaying in the fold of the gutter its gaspfreefalling
through the downspout clattering inside the abruptelbow the maniac diversion onto the splash stone rushing into the grass mud mire
It was nice. I was attracted too.
I thought you were I felt you across my chest my bellyyour warm
touch
I wanted you to know I was there
if you wished
My wish is your command he
chuckled
I think early
Did you want to lay a while
longer?
You plotting something
No If I am later tonighta rain check
she barkedlaughed Rain check?
Cleverhuh
she nestled a bit closer Too clever for your own goodfunny man.
he snatched sweatpants from the old
horse trough he used as a nightstand folded inside it where a tshirt socks Jockeys once dressed in his undergarmentshis feet
through the elastic taut at the ankles he stood on the floor pulled them up to
his waist
Every morning, clockwork baby.
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