Yes:
Let the wax raise
green statues, let the honey
drip in infinite tongues, let the ocean be a big comb
and the Earth a tunic of flowers, let the World
be a cascade, magnificent hair, unceasing
growth of Beedom.
– Pablo Neruda –
Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
That always reminds me of “bite the wax tadpole” sigh.
(If you don’t know where that’s from, Google it, eh?)
And I realize that’s not the intent, but whenever I read that… I can’t help it. I’m sorry!
I had to look it up… and yeah, it gives a totally different tone to the post. 😉