“…like the earth you are necessary.” Pablo Neruda

like the wind of emotion that blows among the orange groves, you are;
like the horizon of a far away land,
like the moon red with pain,
like the clouds running in the mountains, you are;
like my mother’s womb,

like a soft coffee in an autumn afternoon;
like the surface of a mirror, you are;
like the dark warmth of my chest;
like the memory of a kiss, you are;
like sweet ice cream on a hot summer day;

like the breast of a madonna,
like a religious vow,
like a nun in a bar,
like the last note of an opera;

like the chapel on the mountain,
like silence;
like the imagination of a child;
like a goodbye between lovers,
like chamomile, you are;

like the infinite fall of the waves, you are;

like the waning and waxing of the moon,
like the taste of sea at midnight;
like biting a bottle, you are;

like rain in my mouth,
like incense,
like the fog on the bay,
like the moon reflected on the ocean, you are;

like singing,
like crying,
like the sleep of a child,
like dying alone,
like eating earth, like seducing the sun,
like sleeping alone;

and in spite of it all, you simply are,
and because you are,
i continue to be.