He kindly gave to me

For my poetry class we had to do a parody poem based upon a famous poem, or a well known poem. However I ended up doing an adaptation of a poem, so here it is.
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Because I could not,
he kindly gave to me;
The stirrups held just myself
and vaginal metallicy.

We slowly strove, he knew no haste,
and I put away
my fancies and my seas,
for his insecurities.

We passed the looks, that people gave
at night, in the cave;
We passed the field of grazing pains,
we passed the settings.

Or rather, they passed us;
The few grow quivering and full,
for only ghosts my shrine,
My lips but pulled.

We paused for a seam
a sorrow of the round;
the fear was cripple visiblity,
the corner but a mound.

Since then and each yet
feels shortened by the day
I first broke down the man's head
were toward infancy.