erotic poem

the pale day drowses on the western steep
the little white prayers
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
out of me unworthy and unknown
though i am little as all little things
in mournful numbers
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
i've won the race
do you remember
city that is not a city
awful truths these be
thou unrelenting past