erotic poetry

in an old chamber softly lit
all down the years
at midnight
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
thoughts through my head
happiness
where shall i find you
night is dark, and the winter winds
soft as the bed in the earth
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
i never knew the earth had so much gold
the air is full of dawn and spring
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
in his guarded tent