I just called C.
Phone rang three or four times, she picks up:
"This better be important, V."
"What, why? I thought you were packing."
"I'm getting fucked."
There's a reason why we're friends. This reminds me of it.
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.
That's awesome. Your friends are awesome.
ReplyDeleteWell..
ReplyDeleteThere is something to be said for extreme honestly.
Matt,
ReplyDeleteHehe, they very much are.
Kamal,
It provides hours of entertainment?