Monday, 28 September 2009


I crave your mouth...

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


Felinità said...

Grande Neruda, sensuale e suggestivo. Un abbraccio felino

the cool arts said...

Neruda est un poète extraordinaire, c'est merveilleux
quand il dit dans le texte :
"like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

LadyArt said...

...what a wonderful walk - following Neruda on this tour of love and lust....

Fernanda said...

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Un cordial saludo
Fernanda Fernandez.