Lazy Rain کے بول

It's snaining outside Or is it just lazy rain It's six AM and I'm walking home While the city twitches In a sleep of dog dreams Me and a friend of mine We just cheated death Now I'm walking home For death's rain check I open the door quietly So as not to wake The blue-eyed wedding cake But she's watching me with one eye The sleepy little spy She helps me off with my shirt Because my arm was hurt In a recent fall I slide into the bed Then my leg I thread Between hers I put my good arm on her belly Her hips Her knees She is made of several babies I keep my scratchy cast to myself As I feel our bodies melt Into two drops of lazy rain Snaking down the window pane And when the two drops merge Then there is the surge Of one larger drop We move faster towards the sill