sex poem

out of the window a sea of green trees
she heard the children playing in the sun
i fill this cup
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
the agony of having too much power
when a deed is done for freedom
among the mountains i wandered
still thirteen years
there are three ways in which men take
all down the years
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
good woman
still her gray rocks tower above the sea