“don’t take her to movies but to cemeteries
tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
then desire her and kiss her and all the preliminaries
and she going just so far and i understanding why
not getting angry saying you must feel! it’s beautiful to feel!
instead take her in my arms lean against an old crooked tombstone
and woo her the entire night the constellations in the sky”
excerpt from one of my favorite poems.
(“marriage” by gregory corso)