3 months ago
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. - Pablo Neruda
last night you made me read this poem.
we were singing bob dylan and shivering when you did.
when i read it, it made me think at one point you’ve felt this way about me. one day. years ago.
i know you did. but it was so long ago that i can’t even remember how it feels….
we’ll always have a special friendship. but it can’t be spent filling each other with emptiness at 4am~