Boob Day: Wish You Were Here

It’s a melancholic morning, gray and damp, and I’m alone with my thoughts, pages of great poetry and a cup of hot coffee.

Who ever desired each other as we do? Let us look
for the ancient ashes of hearts that burned,
and let our kisses touch there, one by one,
till the flower, disembodied, rises again.

Let us love that Desire that consumed its own fruit
and went down, aspect and power, into the earth:
We are its continuing light,
its indestructible, fragile seed

by Pablo Neruda

 

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