‘carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon,’

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

by Pablo Neruda

Comments (3)

Then I did something naughty 'cause they were being bad. When people turned and looked at me, - I pointed at my dad. great feelings...
Cute 'BS' write; reminds me of the old joke 'Why does it stink in church? ' (Because of all the pews.)
CJ This had me in hysterics. I think I know what barking spiders are (anything to do with flatulence?) . Much, much, much affection Denis Joe