<i>Translated from the Spanish by Christopher Logue</i> <br /> <br />Drunk as drunk on turpentine <br />From your open kisses, <br />Your wet body wedged <br />Between my wet body and the strake <br />Of our boat that is made of flowers, <br />Feasted, we guide it - our fingers <br />Like tallows adorned with yellow metal - <br />Over the sky's hot rim, <br />The day's last breath in our sails. <br /> <br />Pinned by the sun between solstice <br />And equinox, drowsy and tangled together <br />We drifted for months and woke <br />With the bitter taste of land on our lips, <br />Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime <br />And the sound of a rope <br />Lowering a bucket down its well. Then, <br />We came by night to the Fortunate Isles, <br />And lay like fish <br />Under the net of our kisses.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drunk-as-drunk/
