A Love Poem: 23rd Street Runs Into Heaven

.The following poem is by Kenneth Patchen from his book, The Love Poems of Kenneth Patchen, published by City Lights Books.

23rd Street Runs Into Heaven

You stand near the window as lights wink
On along the street. Somewhere a trolley, taking
Shopgirls and clerks home, clatters through
This before-supper Sabbath. An alley cat cries
to find the garbage cans sealed; newsboys
Begin their murder-into-pennies round.

We are shut in, secure for a little, safe until
Tomorrow. You slip your dress off, roll down
Your stockings, careful against runs. Naked now,
With soft light on soft flesh, you pause
For a moment; turn and face me —
Smile in a way that only women know
Who have lain long with their love
And are made more virginal.

Our supper is plain but we are very wonderful.

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