short poem

in an old chamber softly lit
dark-eyed
calm as that second summer
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
green afternoon serene and bright
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
had he and i but met
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
therefore i may not
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
up to her chamber window
now while my lips are living
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam