wordsinhaled:

O Love, now we can forget the star that has such thorns!

That is why, when I heard your voice repeat
Come with me, it was as if you had let loose 
the grief, the love, the fury of a cork-trapped wine 

that geysers flooding from deep in its vault: 
in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again, 
of blood and carnations, of rock and scald.

      — Pablo Neruda 

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