Beneath the Bedroom Window

peeper

Rain soaked grass springs vibrant
Spongy sop underfoot
Deluged backyard turned marsh
Over night

A new voice outside
My bedroom window
Insistent rhythmic song of desire
Goes unanswered

I lie drowsing, grateful
For love that envelopes
Without bogged or swampy
Submersion

Sated I ponder
The lonely peeper’s voice-
And sing a response of
Passion saturated.

SpringPeeper

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