slam poetry

if i had known how narrow a prison is love
when night drifts along the streets of the city
if i were very sure
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
in may
if it
sad are they who know not love
sun stepped down from his golden throne
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
when i was a boy at college
as a naked man i go
love me at last, or if you will not