"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn dirupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stone of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam fklaring 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
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