sex poem

have you seen walking through the village
royal feast was done
we lay
the ships are lying in the bay
out of the window a sea of green trees
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
eighty years have passed, and more
i make my shroud, but no one knows
some of the hurts you have cured
as i lie roofed in, screened in
see i give myself to you
so lost
to come so soon to this imagined dark
give me hunger