black poetry

do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
look out upon the stars, my love
when freedom from her mountain height
come down at dawn from windless hills
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
she burst fierce wine
let us plant
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
at midnight
who will be naming the wind
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
from song and dream for ever gone