I do not look forward to reading much poems, though I have a deep interest in love poems or touchy poems. Why you ask? Well, rather I myself am unable to answer this question. It is an unknown attraction that I can’t help but reply positively to.
It maybe because I am rather touchy about love. Today I won’t say much just share a love poem by my favourite poet at the time – Pablo Neruda.
Body of a woman:
Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant’s body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.
I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.
But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!
Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.