I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. <br />Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. <br />Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day <br />I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. <br /> <br />I hunger for your sleek laugh, <br />your hands the color of a savage harvest, <br />hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, <br />I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. <br /> <br />I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, <br />the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, <br />I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, <br /> <br />and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, <br />hunting for you, for your hot heart, <br />like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xi/
