What it takes on this planet, <br />to make love to each other in peace. <br />Everyone pries under your sheets, <br />everyone interferes with your loving. <br />They say terrible things about a man and a woman, <br />who after much milling about, <br />all sorts of compunctions, <br />do something unique, <br />they both lie with each other in one bed. <br />I ask myself whether frogs are so furtive, <br />or sneeze as they please. <br />Whether they whisper to each other in swamps about illegitimate frogs, <br />or the joys of amphibious living. <br />I ask myself if birds single out enemy birds, <br />or bulls gossip with bullocks before they go out in public with cows. <br />Even the roads have eyes and the parks their police. <br />Hotels spy on their guests, <br />windows name names, <br />canons and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love. <br />All those ears and those jaws working incessantly, <br />till a man and his girl <br />have to raise their climax, <br />full tilt, <br />on a bicycle.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poor-fellows/
