Solace

Solace
(for popinjay, whom i met at dawn)

As the
distressed
winter wind
cloak my flickering
body,

all that
warms me
is the desire
to grope
for your sheer
tenderness--

suspended
in your skin-sheath
with merest
warmth.

(A friend told me that this is a very phallic poem, but i don't believe him.)