I crave your mouth... by Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth...
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.

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West Hill News

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West Hill News: "Adventures In Eating In West Hill
Some things are incongruous."

we follow Barry & Linda's personal blogs regularly.
the blogs run the gamut from bio, poetry, pix,
art, travel, vlog . . .

the posting is always sincere, usually funny,
sometimes touching.

now, they've started a new blog based on the local community.




today's post is a funny commentary on fast food franchise nomenclature.

give'em a visit,
tell'em the bARE-eYED sUN & Stardust sent'cha

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.ero

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