I Crave Your Mouth I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl throught the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for the sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of the 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 the arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of you 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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