What Would Neruda Do

You ride me like Neruda wrote tunes:

And because love battles, I’d saddle you.

And because love straddles steel horses so soon,

there is only now, like a fuse that is due;

Like a song that is strung or an easel in bloom,

there is a permanence in transience as all things resume,

all life consumes, all loves commune: As a fire renewed

I am with you, ample enough heat to gelidity eschew.

And you!, you seep, you pore over me,

you pour over: deep. A long-awaited sea

You quench, relief, like sought for dreams

as thoughts recede against your vibrant seams

   that hint at love that seems unbounded;

   In me, in time, our love, compounded.