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Love Poem on Theme by Whitman
I'll go into the bedroom silently and lie down between the bridegroom and the bride,
those bodies fallen from heaven stretched out waiting naked and restless,
arms resting over their eyes in the darkness,
bury my face in their shoulders and breasts, breathing their skin,
and stroke and kiss neck and mouth and make back be open and known,
legs raised up crook'd to receive, cock in the darkness driven
tormented and attacking
roused up from hole to itching head,
bodies locked shuddering naked, hot hips and buttocks screwed
into each other
and eyes, eyes flinting and charming, widening into looks and
abandon,
and moans of movement, voices, hands in air, hands between thighs,
till the white come flow in the swirling sheets,
and the bride cry for forgiveness, and the groom be covered with
tears of passion and compassion,
and I rise up from the bed replenished with last intimate gestures
and kisses of farewell-
all before the mind wakes, behind shades and closed doors in a
darkned house
where the inhabitants roam unsatisfied in the night,
nude ghosts seeking each other out in the silence
.allen ginsberg
1954
I'll go into the bedroom silently and lie down between the bridegroom and the bride,
those bodies fallen from heaven stretched out waiting naked and restless,
arms resting over their eyes in the darkness,
bury my face in their shoulders and breasts, breathing their skin,
and stroke and kiss neck and mouth and make back be open and known,
legs raised up crook'd to receive, cock in the darkness driven
tormented and attacking
roused up from hole to itching head,
bodies locked shuddering naked, hot hips and buttocks screwed
into each other
and eyes, eyes flinting and charming, widening into looks and
abandon,
and moans of movement, voices, hands in air, hands between thighs,
till the white come flow in the swirling sheets,
and the bride cry for forgiveness, and the groom be covered with
tears of passion and compassion,
and I rise up from the bed replenished with last intimate gestures
and kisses of farewell-
all before the mind wakes, behind shades and closed doors in a
darkned house
where the inhabitants roam unsatisfied in the night,
nude ghosts seeking each other out in the silence
.allen ginsberg
1954