free online love poem

and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
on and on
one sweetly solemn thought
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
there is no escape by the river
have we no shame?
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
the arches of the red bridge
three years ago today
take my bracelets
i walk down the garden paths
stay no more
in an old chamber softly lit
beneath my window in a city street