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

RANDY ROARK

Midnight

Whispering in bed with your lover

is what you want from love—

the incense smoke so silvered-out

it becomes dark threads weaving to the ceiling

its under-radiance borrowed from the ocean,

far below us the surf as confused and alive

as actual living is, just so I have vanished

into the woman beneath me,

the way snow sparkles for a second,

before it turns to rain.

[From the author’s Santa Monica Notebook, originally published in NHS 2006, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs06/Roark.htm.]