In You the Earth

Little 
rose, 
roselet, 
at times, 
tiny and naked, 
it seems 
as though you would fit 
in one of my hands, 
as though I’ll clasp you like this 
and carry you to my mouth, 
but 
suddenly 
my feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips: 
you have grown, 
your shoulders rise like two hills, 
your breasts wander over my breast, 
my arm scarcely manages to encircle the thin 
new-moon line of your waist: 
in love you loosened yourself like sea water: 
I can scarcely measure the sky’s most spacious eyes 
and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.

Pablo Neruda

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