Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Sonnet XI


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.

-Pablo Neruda

Ahhh, {sigh}. Beautiful.

I have vampire love on the brain tonight. {Thanks to Miss Stephanie Meyer!}


  1. Hi Jen! Did you start reading twilight yet? =)

  2. I love this!! Very cool! :)


  3. Hi Jennifer! I though it was pretty cool, too. It was a perfect read in my twilight high. lol!