H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g

N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n

CARMEN BUGAN

At The Window

Wet leaf slapped itself against the glass,

You turned directly to my mouth in the crowd

Then slid down

Lowered yourself to my waist

Leaving the mark of its width along the window.

Until, transparent, I bore your kiss on my belly.

[Originally published in NHS 2001, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs01/bugan.html.]