Anthony Charles King
That Rainy Morning - Poem by Anthony Charles King
that rainy morning
shrouded in sweet darkness
i lit the fire and let the flames discover your beauty
we were mad then...
and we whispered about love
you said-'an invitation to larceny'
i said - 'a proclamation of lunacy'
you were ticklish and you laughed that crazy, meniacle laugh
.that one that i learned to love
....that one that is silent now
as you turned towards me
as i turned to meet you
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