When At Night It Rains
a rainy night
deprives me of the view of the stars.
the moon is hidden
by the clouds
coping up
the ears grope for the song
of the frogs
the soothing sound of the
the song of the rain
love's hugs, and kisses
love making love warm and
memorable
now it is fair
you are sleeping in my arms
my nakedness split open
to the mirror in the ceiling.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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