Pablo Neruda

who'da thought this sexy beast could seduce so well with words?

witness the following:


LOVE SONNET XIV

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

for your hands, the colour of a savage harvest

i 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

so i prowl about hungry, sniffing the twilight

hunting for you, for your hot heart

like a puma in the barrens of the Quitratue