Painted mornings rainy skies
fat droplets hit window pane
not eye, breath vapors sing
deep our lustful sighs

Stretch the playful nights
foray into this darkened
morns replays
fresh coffee grinding fills
the air, music loud to lift
our cares

the paint set hard under your
nails, a myriad of colour that
never fails
to fascinate my hungered eye
as you unfold my lovers sighs

the hands that cast such beauty
set in time
now find me open unveil
my rhymes
a comfort taken in cooler climes

the rain beats on our lovers drum
it casts a rhythm sets to hum
a frame to enfold us where
we lay
this darker rainy Auckland day

linseed oil blown on sleepy smile
just still,
no call repose to wile
a rainy morning spent in bed
you paint my canvas pink on red.

J.C. "littlebird" 06/04/2019.