Monday, August 13, 2007

Poem for a hot sticky night

I Crave Your Mouth
by Pablo Neruda

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.


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2 Comments:

Blogger Gannet Girl said...

It might be a poem for a hot sticky night, but it's a pretty wonderful beginning to a fresh and cool morning.

August 14, 2007 7:11 AM  
Blogger Lisa :-] said...

Man, that's one in-your-face erotic poem...

August 15, 2007 12:36 AM  

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