Love Sonnet

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

Comments

[ispeakfoodtoo]

wow... you got the picture and the poem to go perfect. love it.

[The Beautiful Kind]

NICE! My friend Jake Kulju wrote this poem, enjoy:

Men think about sex 100 times a day
or more.
It is true, I can vouch.
What it means, really,
is that I think about you 100 times a day
or more,
you in your most passionate throes
you in your sultry splendor
you hot and happy
deep in pleasure
you with your most honest smile.
Perpetually, again and again
100 times a day
I see you loving me.
You are in me like a religion,
in my heart, my mind, my body—
my mind's first and best choice
dwelling on bliss after bliss after bliss.
When you are here, and it is really time for love
when your shoulders stand bare and open to me
my 100 rehearsals crackle like flames
my 100 thoughts race to my loins,
then handfuls of curls, the slope of your breasts, the proud height of your buttocks
they are real,
real,
mine and ours on hundreds, thousands of tangling sheets
full kisses riding on rivers of hot breath
the rough feel of your teeth on my neck on my arms, and the sudden
gentle touch of your fingertips on my neck.
If I was born for a reason
it was this,
to be joyfully locked to you
learning the sweet and dark resting places of pleasure.

[Buddha]

Thanks, TBK. I love this...

"the rough feel of your teeth on my neck" (great line)