Upon a Woman's Face

Upon a Woman's Face After Hearing the Love Poems of Pablo Neruda

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I have observed
that when a person's soul
opens to the sheen-freshness
of secret sunlight upon the silent
waters of the heart,
sharp, clear
stars arise in their eyes.
It is love
that moves thusly,
making all souls beautiful.
And it is love
that makes God's green blood
jump down into blood
so that minds
delight in countless
connections of love
weaving love into love,
brightening the inside
of the skull
until eyes are made lanterns
showing light.
And when the tongue
(that last resistance),
is love tutored
to turn from the rancor and jangle
existent apart from that Love
that informs trees
and motions of the moon
and stars,
then dark honey moves
from brain to mouth,
and amber-flamed honey
flares from lips
and spills through human discourse
into shadows
and roots of all things
that silently glow.