short love poem

look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
of sun nor stars
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
what was it the engines said
birds against the april wind
as a naked man i go
so fallen
could we but know
she burst fierce wine
little gate was reached at last
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
though i am little as all little things
winged shadows sweeping by