sex poem

look out upon the stars, my love
all quiet along the potomac
listen to the sounding sea
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
come down at dawn from windless hills
uplifting, as the wind blew
i stood by the open casement
with the meek, brown eyes
out of the deep and the dark
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
let me move slowly through the street
sad are they who know not love
glass-blower of time
when freedom from her mountain height