All night you waited for morning,
all morning
for afternoon,
all afternoon for night;
and still the longing sings.
—Ruth Stone—
A taste of you slipped
into me
like moonlight in a
locked church.
—Janet Lees—
i like her…
I could watch her the rest of my life.
— Philip K. Dick —
do what you have to do…
Just fuck me, already.
love sonnet xi…
L
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 —
