Friday, 15 July 2011

verses: rain drops on roof tops

winter rain
it thunders down
drowning out
night-time sounds

no squeaking insects
no startled birds

pit pat
pit pat

it stops.

it stops.

lying next to him
his soft sighs
oblivious to the storm outside.

his softly warm body
delicate hands
baby-fine hair.

wriggle wriggle
for a small kid
he takes up the whole bed.

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