Song with a Lyric from Allen Ginsberg

The trees, a madness of white & wind, we, a madness of sweat & rope, ropes of semen lassoing each other, closer—   our competing, conspiring tongues, nipples, armpits, the terribly neglected inside bits of our elbows, which we’ve dubbed “bowpits,”   & kiss. & my mind sometimes wanders during, but it’s OK, I’m thinking […]