Wednesday, August 8, 2012

I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair by Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets
Bread does not nourish one, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body
The sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shades of your lashes.

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight
hunting for you, for your hot heart
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue

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