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
Before I could contradict your touch
a flask of beauty,
filled me with Dionysian surrender,
and your deep breath
warmed the December room
that was my life.
Before you asked,
I answered “yes” with a hungry sigh,
and your hands heated the way
to my bed
as you laid me down
in the gentle welcome
of feathers and long, sweet kisses.
Before I could consider the origin of trembling
or the nocturnal weakness of our bodies,
we tore the hinges from the night
and Dawn peaked
through the window
with a blushing smile.
[Originally published in NHS 2006, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs06/Jones.htm.]