Motif

[t.arcadius]

I love how many ways this poem could be interpreted. I support you in the lowercase/lack of punctuation. I also like how you switch back and forth between the moment and the distractions; between dark and light. Though I do wonder how leaves rustle, birds sing, and rain pounds the roof so violently at the same time. Unless the pouring rain was the previous night during the lovemaking? This was not clear to me.