Girls Bravo

erospainter:

Your whole body holds
a stemmed glass of gentle sweetness destined for me.

When I let my hand climb,
in each place I find a dove
that was looking for me, as if
my love, they had made you of clay
for my very own potter’s hands.

Your knees, your breasts,
your waist,
are missing in me, like in the hollow
of a thirsting earth
where they relinquished
a form,
and together
we are complete like one single river,
like one single grain of sand.
–Pablo Neruda, “The Potter”

(via supreeeeme)

Source: erospainter