No Pablo Neruda

Essays on life, work and literature

Archive for May 28, 2009

Precollection

You woke me with your rough beard

I moved, you smiled, our lips collide

You touched me with your lifeline

My life, yours and mine, side by side

We slept safely in our home, our bed

In twin cs of comfort and of love

Your body a hand bent concavely

My body a tight little glove.