Nothing to do with prostitution.Basra- wrote:jalaaludin5 wrote:Pablo Neruda.
I crave your mouth...
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.
a poem for a prostitute??? Male or Female?
And everything to do with raw and savage desire. Am sure you know a lot about that, as you described the animalistic behaviour of your Gusband in this pages many times.
