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