By night, Love, tie your heart to mine...

Love Sonnet XI

by 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.

Your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Walt Whitman (via heroesandfetishes)


fantasyofpassion:

  When I hold your hand, I want people to know that I’m finally happy. They don’t know how much work it took to have you in this moment.

fantasyofpassion:

  When I hold your hand, I want people to know that I’m finally happy. They don’t know how much work it took to have you in this moment.

(Source: dekinakatta)

His ring and his tenderness… <3

His ring and his tenderness… <3

(Source: justherguy)

loveandother4-letterwords:

”I didn’t come here to tell you I cant live without you. I can live without you.. I just dont want to.”

loveandother4-letterwords:

”I didn’t come here to tell you I cant live without you. I can live without you.. I just dont want to.”

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me you’d better go.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, from The Beautiful and Damned (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: ireadabook)