Occasionally, you find something on Tumblr that makes your Muse go batshit crazy with happiness and gives you fuel to write 10+ pages in two days.
For me, it was one of Pablo Neruda's love poems. So without further ado...
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 paced around
hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for
your hot heart,
like a puma in the
barrens of Quitratue.
Pablo Neruda
Translated by Stephen Tapscott
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