Day 199 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day camisado meaning "a military mission occurring at night."
Camisado
It is raining
It is so wet tonight
It's the type of night you
Feel in your thighs
The coolness tickles your warmest bits
It's the sort of night where you sit in your underwear
And the sun was there but now it's gone and the moon is ice
And feet are cool and clammy
And you are there
And we are there and the fan blows
And the bed takes us and me into you
And we complete our assault on each other and we lay and we mate
And then we sit quite as gnomes and listen to the tapping of rain on glass
Which leaves tiny slivers like sparks of ghosts grinding against the unknown.
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