erotic poem

quietly, with reverance, in awe
melancholy, blue it was
since, if you stood by my side today
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
musing, between the sunset and the dark
did you ever hear of
the shadows of the ships
day is done
the meadow was creeping
see the tentative
they may talk of love in a cottage
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
i shake my hair in the wind of morning