" your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteror through rain.

Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
and deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,

was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
you—compact and planetary,

— Pablo Neruda, from Love Sonnet “XVI,” One Hundred Love Sonnets, trans. Stephen Tapscott, The Poetry of Pablo Neruda, ed. Ilan Stavans (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2005) "

― Pablo Neruda , The Poetry of Pablo Neruda