broken heart poem

but i cannot read you now
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
long has the summer sunlight shone
therefore i may not
just as my fingers on these keys
these be
often i think of the beautiful town
as a naked man i go
the body may confine
the earth keeps some vibration going
and my name is truthful
in your arms was still delight
god
my mother taught me that every night