r they whisper to each other in swamps about illegitimate frogs,
to make love to each other in peace.
Everyone pries under your sheets,
All those ears and those jaws working incessantly,
all sorts of compunctions,
I ask myself whether frogs are so furtive,
everyone interferes with your loving.
full tilt,
who after much milling about,
Pablo Neruda
or the joys of amphibious living.
till a man and his girl
Hotels spy on their guests,
They say terrible things about a man and a woman,
canons and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love.
What it takes on this planet,
they both lie with each other in one bed.
Even the roads have eyes and the parks their police.
windows name names,
or bulls gossip with bullocks before they go out in public with cows.
have to raise their climax,