“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..”
*Pablo Neruda*
Not one of my pieces of poetry.. just a favorite that enthralls and puts a spell on me.. therefore, placed within the spells entries.. with such passion he speaks..
COMMENTS
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DarkMuse
16:26 Oct 12 2012
I love this darkly sensual piece;)