Drunk as Drunk
Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the skys hot rim,
The days last breath in our sails.
Pinned by the suween solstice
And equinox, drowsy and taogether
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
L a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Uhe of our kisses.
Pablo Neruda