short love poem

as a naked man i go
let us pity those who are better off than we are
rocked in the cradle of the deep
the sky
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
long has the summer sunlight shone
there was a strangeness on your lips
the long resounding marble corridors
over the river they beckon to me
you are clear
doubtless i remember still
if the red slayer think he slays