Your whole body has
a fullness or a gentleness destined for me.
When I move my hand up
I find in each place a dove
that was seeking me, as
if they had, love, made you of clay
for my own potter's hands.
Your knees, your breasts,
your waist
are missing parts of me like the hollow
of a thirsty earth
from which they broke off
a form,
and together
we are complete like a single river,
like a single grain of sand.
Potter
Pablo Neruda
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Poem topics: I love you, river, together, earth, place, thirsty, dove, complete, body, potter, love, I miss you, single, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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