romantic love poems

from floor to ceiling
as i lie roofed in, screened in
in the cloud-gray mornings
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
out of the window a sea of green trees
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
take my bracelets
there's one that i once loved so much
one by one, like leaves from a tree
thoughts through my head
glooms of the live-oaks