Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Seph and Chris (Sonnet 11)

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

Location: El Nido Resorts
Photos: Guj Tungpalan

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