Today, I had coffee with Neruda
We sat facing each other
under the sun dripping lemon tree
His arms, the balcony, stretched
towards me, generous and round
like the stern on a ship
His eyes, were portholes
revealing an inky sea
His skin was the sea glass
softened by the waves, and he drank
me in, till I felt like wine must taste
from cerulean glass
I forgot his eyes were bulging
his chin triple, I forgot he left
each wife for a new one
And began imagining our lives together
two poets living under one decked roof
where the garden grows into a mountain
