Do not be afraid of sweetness,
of tender feelings
Turn away from the cold carvings
of idle stone.
Remember soft, ripe intimacies-
the sweetness of rumpled sheets
and warm, sugared skies
that melt on the tongue
This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where Kim has asked us to reduce the beautiful poem, Sweetness, always by Pablo Neruda, down to it’s essance.
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