A poem for Neruda:

The ocean-

night-

the city lights catch pieces

of the mouth,

that tumbles

its echoes

into lace curtains on the shore.

Lost in the black blue

it folds itself against the sand

like open palms

soothing, and searching,

finding the creases, and freckles,

and places to kiss, caverns to place

its hands.

In You The Earth

Little

rose,

roselet,

at times,

tiny and naked,

it seems

as though you would fit

in one of my hands,

as though I’ll clasp you like this

and carry you to my mouth,

but

suddenly

my feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips:

you have grown,

your shoulders rise like two hills,

your breasts wander over my breast,

my arm scarcely manages to encircle the thin

new-moon line of your waist:

in love you loosened yourself like sea water:

I can scarcely measure the sky’s most spacious eyes

and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.

Pablo Neruda