Silence.
Falling apart. Panic attacks, feeling my impending reach toward mental breakdown causes me to call GV8 and curl up in his lap for an afternoon, sobbing my heart out over everything that has happened in the last few days that had nothing to do with him.
It was good to see him.
I still feel like I'm going to break, but I've pushed it back a few days.
I don't know.
About Me
- Poetry of Flesh
- Los Angeles, CA, United States
- Love Sonnet XI
Pablo Neruda
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.
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