drunk as drunk

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.

have i mentioned before how totally in awe of pablo neruda i am? his peotry is like the rhythm in my head that i cannot draw on paper, like happiness, only better. these days i'm leaving the writing and thinking to the fantastic blogs on the left (no pun. actually, yeah pun!), i'm concentrating rather, on listening :)
posted by ubaid - Tuesday, September 09, 2003 at 11:42 PM - 0 comments - post anonymously