Explore "Leaning Into The Afternoons Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes" by Pablo Neruda on Textopian.
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, its arms turning like a drowning man's.
I sent out red signals across your absent eyes that move like the sea near a lighthouse.
You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.
Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets to the sea that beats on your marine eyes.
The birds peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.
The night on its shadowy mare / shedding blue tassels over the land.