Here on a hot sticky <br />summer night <br />our newly naked bodies <br />tanned and glistening <br /> <br />sweating with the all-out effort <br />of a no-holds-barred pillow fight. <br />You are particularly vicious <br />(fight dirty) <br />grab me by the balls <br />(is such an underhand action allowed <br />in the International Rules of Pillow Fighting) <br /> <br />You pummel me <br />into submission. <br />Our pillows splitting <br />covering us gloriously <br />in white downy feathers <br /> <br />as if we were <br />in a snowstorm <br />inside the magic <br />of an upside-down glass ball <br />feathers sticking to our sweat-soaked skin <br />as if we were angels <br />newly hatched or just plucked <br />we laugh <br />listening to the crescendo of <br />Parisian rain.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parisian-rain/
