Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon by Pablo Neruda

Caramel Apple
fills up the woman
under the burning luminescent moon-beam
I smell the dark taste of seaweed

I crush mud between
my feet
what are the secrets held in classical
cathedrals and iconic pillarities?

I laugh
through the journey of sand and sea
sharp waters lapping up me

I suffocate on air
I’m tempted by gain
it’s a war I’m battling lightning

Two bodies kiss under
the sky across diminutiveness

I keep my genitals aflame
don’t worry
the world may be different
but I’m the same