Love Poem:
Love Sonnet XI
I crave your mouth,
your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving,
I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me,
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 shade
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.
– Pablo Neruda |
