No Pablo Neruda
Essays on life, work and literatureArchive 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.