slam poetry

do you remember
through the broad earth's aching breast
look out upon the stars, my love
under dusky laurel leaf
up to her chamber window
a pen of steel
not from the whole wide world
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
the air is like a butterfly
passing through huddled and ugly walls
come down at dawn from windless hills
a few more windy days
i burn no incense
rising moon has hid the stars