sex poem

into the silent land
let us pity those who are better off than we are
to clothe the fiery thought
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
when i was a boy at college
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
the light withdrawn
what spiteful chance steals unawares
i made a vow once, one only
you say you love me
let us plant
i stood by the open casement
in your flight
as evening falls