MorningStorm

Imagine if you will
we were laying together 
here in my bed 
listening to Satie or 
Bach and against my 
window we hear the 
tap tapping of rain 
as you turn to 
me and I dot
and dash the same 
code on your chest 
my fingers becoming rain
and your body land
would you move closer 
to the storm of
me or pull away 
oh I think you 
would inch inch inch
nearer and your laughter 
would roll from your 
lips like thunder claps
heralding love’s morning storm