"Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, its arms turning like a drowning man's. I send out red signals across your absent eyes that move like the sea near a lighthouse. You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges. Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets to that sea that beats by your marine eyes. The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you. The night gallops on its shadowy mare shedding blue tassels over the land." --Pablo Neruda
Yet were her thoughts of him, and at times a feeling of sadness Passed o'er her soul, as the sailing shades of clouds in the moonlight. Flitted accross the floor and darkened the room for a moment.
Yes Rigil very nice but I find the simple one lined poetry of my main chat up phrase never fails to woo them: You are now the only one who knows I'm not wearing underwear gets em every time, oh yeah
When you can't be with the one you love, Love the one your with or Wine is fine ......But incest is best.