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
(ò﹏ò)
抱歉,章节内容不支持该浏览器显示~
【为了使用完整的阅读功能】
请考虑使用〔Chrome 谷歌浏览器〕、〔Safari 苹果浏览器〕或者〔Edge 微软浏览器〕等原生浏览器阅读!
谢谢!!!