rain and the rug

It was pouring out, and you were there
sweat in your hair
stains on your shirt
cowering in the corner
after spilling wine on the Persian carpets
I arrive with windex, on my knees scrubbing smiling
because this is never coming out.
Hand in hand, we threw the rug on the porch
To let the bastard soak a bit more
With nothing to do
we kicked off our shoes
stripped off our clothes
and made love till sundown