Neruda

I am tired of writing
about love, how you didn't

want to kiss me, would rather talk

Pablo. Veinte poemas

de amor y una cancion desesperada.

Twenty poems of love and one desperate song,

move my tongue along the edges

of your chin, jaw bone, lick
the words spilling from your lips;

beso, amor, paciencia.

I am close enough to hear you

whispering love, poetry rolling

off your tongue but I don't want to

listen. Move closer, let my mouth show you, little by little

where Pablo got his inspiration from.