Leaning into afternoons I cast <br />my nets into your eyes, because I wish <br />the feelings that I hold for you to last <br />far longer than the flavor of a fish. <br />The signals that I send to you are crossed <br />so often when we make love in the night, <br />that almost every morning I feel lost <br />and try to put your demon fears to flight. <br />When looking in your eyes I see that you <br />believe I’m always asking you too soon <br />for love to be requited, and renew <br />my efforts with my nets each afternoon. <br />Don’t tell me that you think I’m building castles <br />in Spain, or in the air, or in my mind, <br />and wait again to see the night’s blue tassels; <br />now, in broad daylight let us be entwined. <br /> <br />Inspired by Leaning Into the Afternoons, by Pablo Neruda <br /> <br />Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets <br />towards your oceanic eyes. <br /> <br />There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, <br />its arms turning like a drowning man's. <br /> <br />I send out red signals across your absent eyes <br />that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse. <br /> <br />You keep only darkness, my distant female, <br />from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges. <br /> <br />Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets <br />to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes. <br /> <br />The birds of night peck at the first stars <br />that flash like my soul when I love you. <br /> <br />The night gallops on its shadowy mare <br />shedding blue tassels over the land.<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afternoons/
