POEM

τεθνάκην δ’ ολίγω ’πιδεύης φαίνομ’ αλαία

by Allen Ginsberg

Red cheeked boyfriends tenderly kiss me sweet mouthed   
under Boulder coverlets winter springtime
hug me naked laughing & telling girl friends
                   gossip till autumn

Aging love escapes with his Childish body
Monday one man visited sleeping big cocked
older mustached crooked-mouthed not the same teen-
                   ager I sucked off

This kid comes on Thursdays with happy hard ons   
long nights talking heart to heart reading verses   
fucking hours he comes in me happy but I
                   can’t get it in him

Cherub, thin-legged Southern boy once slept over   
singing blues and drinking till he got horny   
Wednesday night he gave me his ass I screwed him
                   good luck he was drunk

Blond curl’d clear eyed gardener passing thru town   
teaching digging earth in the ancient One Straw   
method lay back stomach bare that night blew me
                   I blew him and came

Winter dance Naropa a barefoot wild kid
jumped up grabbed me laughed at me took my hand and   
ran out saying    Meet you at midnight your house   
                   Woke me up naked

Midnight crawled in bed with me breathed in my ear   
kissed my eyelids    mouth on his cock it was soft   
“Doesn’t do nothing for me,” turned on belly
                   Came in behind him

Future youth I never may touch any more   
Hark these Sapphics lipped by my hollow spirit   
everlasting tenderness breathed in these vowels
                   sighing for love still

Song your cadence formed while on May night’s full moon   
yellow onions tulips in fresh rain pale grass
iris pea pods radishes grew as this verse
                   blossomed in dawn light

Measure forever his face eighteen years old
green eyes blond hair muscular gold soft skin whose   
god like boy’s voice mocked me once three decades past   
                   Come here and screw me

Breast struck    scared to look in his eyes    blood pulsing   
my ears    mouth dry    tongue never moved ribs shook a   
trembling fire ran down from my heart to my thighs
                   Love-sick to this day

Heavy limbed I sat in a chair and watched him   
sleep naked all night afraid to kiss his mouth   
tender dying waited for sun rise years a-
                   go in Manhattan

Boulder, May 17—June 1, 1980

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