I go among your body as among the world,
your belly the sunlight center of the city,
your breasts two churches where are celebrated the parallel mysteries of the blood
you are a city by the sea assaulted
you are a rampart by the light divided
in two halves, distinct
the color of peaches
you are saltiness
you are the rocks and birds
Your loins are a harvest, a field of waves and singing
your loins are crystal, your loins are water.
your lips your hair the looks that you give me
all night rain down on me like water
and all day long your fingers of water open up my breast.
You close my eyes with your mouth of water
you rain down on my bones and in my breast
the roots of water drive deep a liquid tree
I travel through your waist as through a river,
and through your body as through a grove
and along your body as by a footpath up a mountain
suddenly coming upon a steep ravine
I go the straightened way of your thoughts
and break through to daylight upon your white forehead
and there my spirit flings itself down
is shattered
now I collect the fragments one by one, and go on
bodiless
searching in the dark....
Octavio Paz
your belly the sunlight center of the city,
your breasts two churches where are celebrated the parallel mysteries of the blood
you are a city by the sea assaulted
you are a rampart by the light divided
in two halves, distinct
the color of peaches
you are saltiness
you are the rocks and birds
Your loins are a harvest, a field of waves and singing
your loins are crystal, your loins are water.
your lips your hair the looks that you give me
all night rain down on me like water
and all day long your fingers of water open up my breast.
You close my eyes with your mouth of water
you rain down on my bones and in my breast
the roots of water drive deep a liquid tree
I travel through your waist as through a river,
and through your body as through a grove
and along your body as by a footpath up a mountain
suddenly coming upon a steep ravine
I go the straightened way of your thoughts
and break through to daylight upon your white forehead
and there my spirit flings itself down
is shattered
now I collect the fragments one by one, and go on
bodiless
searching in the dark....
Octavio Paz
Your latest set is Fab! There seems to be a gleam in your eye that I love in each of your sets.
The Cup must be getting intense. Sorry RSA is out. The States was out this round of 16 also.