lyric poem

i said, i have shut my heart
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
blossoms of babies
in the dark and peace of my final bed
gone are the three, those sisters rare
in september
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
day is done
for these white arms about my neck
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
green afternoon serene and bright
as a naked man i go
storm