Through the conduits of blood <br />my body in your body <br />spring of night <br />my tongue of sun in your forest <br />your body a kneading trough <br />I red wheat <br />Through conduits of bone <br />I night I water <br />I forest that moves forward <br />I tongue <br />I body <br />I sun-bone <br />Through the conduits of night <br />spring of bodies <br />You night of wheat <br />you forest in the sun <br />you waiting water <br />you kneading trough of bones <br />Through the conduits of sun <br />my night in your night <br />my sun in your sun <br />my wheat in your kneading trough <br />your forest in my tongue <br />Through the conduits of the body <br />water in the night <br />your body in my body <br />Spring of bones <br />Spring of suns<br /><br />Octavio Paz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/axis-3/
