I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
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
Seriously, this guy was amazing. I could post his poems all day. It's somewhat strange but I find myself comparing this piece with those of Sylvia Plath's. It has that haunting quality to it. It stays with the reader long after it has been read, whispering strange whispers into their minds.
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Yes! This poem does stick with the reader. The Word "eat" carries passion and intensity. I has a stalker like feel to the poem. The narrator comes off to have need to be with this person. IT's so animalistic. Great poem
ReplyDeleteI have to agree with Sherita... this poem is quite intense. The words he uses are quite bold and full of strong imagery evoking a strong sense of sensuality in this piece.
ReplyDeleteNice pick Brandy. I like it a lot.