Sonnet XVI by Pablo Neruda
I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
of the multiplying universe
Your wide eyes, are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations;
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through rain.
Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,
was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
you – compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.
More than a handful of earth, but crystal,
Light bouncing off of facets, your meadows,
Vast greenery, teaming with life bestowed.
Complicated universe, love enthralled.
Your star, an ember of warmth never falls.
Such sanguine eyes, constellations fed,
Your skin downy white fox fur, comfort bred.
Our touch pulses, meteors involve —
Your mouth delights, your kisses warm invite;
Your hips as the moon’s silver spreading light.
Fiery hearts beat together in time,
Your honeyed lips the relief of shade.
Kissing burning skin, your planetary fire,
A hope for the night for tomorrows rhyme.
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