Confession: I had an affair with Pablo Neruda, the great Chilean poet.
Proof:
and together we'll explore
untold truths of your land
let me follow your tongue, Pablo
let me follow the exquisite ripples
of reflections curved by your tongue
inspire me with your tongue, Pablo
and i will not hear your truths
and tales by second hand
let me speak your tongue, Pablo
let me taste the untainted splendor
of the music you've woven by time.
Hush, potatoes.
2 comments:
Tsk tsk. He had a wife, you know.
affair, i said.
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