those metaphors are so simple, yet so sumptuous, everything has voice and weight and depth. I like the fact that every syllable is poetic, every image loaded, every metaphor perfect and yet they are perfectly clear, like looking at a painting by Monet sigh
17 is a good one, but ya can't beat Sonnet 12 for its sexual interstices...
"Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon
thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light,
what obscure brilliance opens between your columns!
what ancient night does a man touch with his senses!
love is a journey with water and stars
with smothered air and abrupt storms of flower
love is a clash of lightingflashes
and two bodies defeated by one drop of honey
kiss by kiss I wander over your little infinity
your borders, your rivers, your tiny villages
and a genital fire transformed into pleasure
that runs through the narrow pathways of the blood
till it pours down like a night-flower
and is and is no more than a flash in the shadows"
yum! yum! yum! yum! yum! I have that poem memorized in both English and Spanish, nothing like whispering some of those lines into a lover's ear in a foreign tongue in the middle of the night sigh.
~infinitita
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