Poem by Pablo Neruda:

To you, the earth…
Little rose
Tiny rose
Sometimes,
So slender and bare,
It seems as if
You slip
Into one of
My hands,
As if I could hold you like this
And keep you in my mouth,
But suddenly
My feet touch yours
And my mouth meets your lips:
You have grown,
Your shoulders rise like two hills,
Your breasts wander over my chest,
My arm barely manages to encircle
The thin crescent lines of your waist:
In love, you dissolved like seawater,
I can hardly measure your eyes with the vastness of the sky,
I bend to your mouth to kiss the earth.