Box of Rain

Box of Rain and thunder rolling
warm and safe

in a cozy bed built for two

as the raindrops come down
one hits you on the forehead

dead center

it's all so deliciously funny
we giggle out loud

put our heads under the covers

and think damp thoughts
about damp things

in the dark

while hands roam and grab
and more giggles
then sighs

then something else entirely

and the water on your forehead
isn't rain anymore

but a glisten

because you would never sweat
not you
not even in

the heat of the moment

and that's ok by me, Babydoll
I don't mind a bit
I'll do all the sweating

if that's what makes you happy.