sex poem

which i wish to remark
let us express our baser passions
weak-winged is song
i said, i have shut my heart
be not false
i walk down the garden paths
in an old chamber softly lit
beside a stricken field
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
sweet splendor
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
do you hear the rain?
in their ragged regimentals