Innings

Innings:

When the rain 

Pitter-patters 

On my window, 

Ruffling my hair, 

You make me 

Muse on

Your gorgeous eyes. 

Purloining 

The redness 

Of your lips, 

I dive 

And 

I dive into 

The city of bliss. 

Schmoozing 

With you there, 

I return 

And 

The rain subsides 

To declare 

The end of innings.