sex poem

let a joy keep you
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
the earth keeps some vibration going
these be
in all things not spoken of
as a naked man i go
in the cloud-gray mornings
uplifting, as the wind blew
to the passionate lover
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
but alas, just dreams
who is the runner in the skies
within my hand i hold