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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!