BEDTIME GLORIES

  
  

Bedtime Glories

 

There’s something about
A weekend afternoon lie-in
– In a finally made bed
– In a finally clean room
– In the cool and dim
– In my favorite bikinis
That just drains all the sturm-und-drang out of me.

 

It’s replaced with organic urges:
The urge to read
The urge to write
The urge to kip
The urge to surge
– My body into another’s,
Making love to the rhythm of rain pellets.

 

Boreas — that nosy, noisy DJ sets the tempo
At my windows as a breeze blows.
Sweet, syrupy honey-lust lingers in my veins;
Soft, sinuous lips linger over skin.

 

The sound of rain is magic.
The scent of rain is magic.
The sight of rain is magic.
The swish of rain is magic.

 

Rain is magic.
Magic is love.
Love is rain.

 

10-10-10 by swetergrl

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