this hour of smoke and mist,
stay still, for all the stars
glittering here and the moon
sliding down your back
bare to horizon worlds
pressed to my *****
the vast sky glowing
in unnumbered mysteries
soaking in the fragrance
as dew settles by your hair
this surly hour
flowing over your throbbing
heart, soft as the breeze
streaming silent by the curtains
unfurled, the sailboat of our lives
on dreamy waters
let them cease, creations
of the faltering mind
dissolve, all the sensations,
cupped to an ancient warmth
lives lived of long whose lights
reach us now
here, I hold you, to the
rhythm of timelessness
possessed by Neruda again :