sex poem

when i was a boy at college
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
you are my companion
it tells of good old times
take my bracelets
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
the lightning flashed, and lifted
see i give myself to you
better than granite
did you ever hear of
stay no more
come down at dawn from windless hills