It's snaining outside

Or is it just lazy rain

It's six AM and I'm walking home

While the city twitches

In a sleep of dog dreams



Me and a friend of mine

We just cheated death

Now I'm walking home

For death's rain check



I open the door quietly

So as not to wake

The blue-eyed wedding cake

But she's watching me with one eye

The sleepy little spy



She helps me off with my shirt

Because my arm was hurt

In a recent fall

I slide into the bed

Then my leg I thread

Between hers

I put my good arm on her belly

Her hips

Her knees

She is made of several babies



I keep my scratchy cast to myself

As I feel our bodies melt

Into two drops of lazy rain

Snaking down the window pane



And when the two drops merge

Then there is the surge

Of one larger drop

We move faster towards the sill