teen poem

in your flight
were it not for that singular smell
death's nobility again
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
i went up and down the streets
when i was a boy at college
when i go back to earth
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
my mother taught me that every night
though i am little as all little things
rising moon has hid the stars
splendid and terrible your love