your hand on my chest is my hand...intimacy

from 100 Love Sonnets

“I love you without knowing

 how, or when, or from where. 

I love you simply, 

without problems or pride: 

I love you in this way 

because I do not know any other way of loving 

but this, in which there is no I or you, 

so intimate

 that your hand upon my chest 

is my hand, 

so intimate 

that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”

~ Pablo Neruda

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book of Love Sonnets from 1907

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