If you kissed me, would I understand the slow, fertile music of Neruda?
Could your mouth teach me patience,
the way Aguardiente teaches warmth in the night,
penitence in the morning?
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Wow. Wow. Wow. (and for the record, I don't 'wow' lightly) Good grief, this is absolutely exquisite! From your glorious opening forward, you had this reader utterly rapt. There are so many wonderful lines in this piece, I don't even know where to begin. Everything - from tone and essence, to structure and word choice - is dead on here. This is nothing short of a remarkable accomplishment. And this - THIS is precisely the kind of poetry that I ache to find amid the rubble. How completely thrilled I am to have found this! You impress me, poet. You absolutely do. Christine
It is stunning... like the poet is speaking directly to me and I'm blushing... Neruda lives...