christmas poetry

i went up and down the streets
in the dark and peace of my final bed
in your arms was still delight
tell me less or tell me more
i made a vow once, one only
the old songs
out of the sparkling sea
have we no shame?
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
i saw the clouds among the hills
she knows a cheap release