They say if you want
the things you love
you’ll need to endure
headfuls of rain
Soaked down squeaky
clean your umbrella
turned upside
Sing it with me
if you know the tune
Did they promise you copper tiding?
Come play with me
under covers pretend
we are lost at sea
or beneath an avalanche
Or simply
not here
now
Into the wind blowing through the window
open at the head of the bed
we emerge to kiss in cool drizzle
How magnificent the curves of your shadow
thrown on the wall for a moment
in an arc of lighting
All blessings, like pennies
come from heaven
We make love to the lack
of rhythm of raindrops
that fall around
through fine ceiling cracks
Both atop and under
the blankets
So yes
twice
It takes days
but the room
finally dries
© Chagall 2013
Alphabet City 