sex poem

do you hear the rain?
at midnight
through the broad earth's aching breast
to some the fat gods
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
i have to say good-night
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
the ships are lying in the bay
stand here by my side
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
i walk down the garden paths