A Taste of Neruda
The passionate propensity
of waxing moons' passages,
I crave your poetry
as the air I breathe,
vital spirit aches within intention
hungering the darkly blissed
taste of essential Neruda -
midst the significance of
rose and topaz beyond
arrows of wildflowers,
whence your own scripted
inclinations unfurl
searing 'neath my flesh,
rendering me speechless
'tween lustful sighs,
I utterly surrender in exhales
of a thousand blazing suns
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
Pablo Neruda
Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016
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