When topaz is touched

When topaz is touched

it touches you:

you wake the easy fire

as if wine in the grape

awoke.

Not yet born, the clear wine

within a stone

seeks circulation, wants words,

renders its mysterious food,

shares the kiss of human skin:

the serene contact

of stone and human being

fires a quick corolla

that soon returns to being what it was before:

flesh and stone: enarmed entities.

Pablo Neruda