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.
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.
His ring and his tenderness… <3
”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.