"I crave you 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
Showing posts with label swoon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label swoon. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
breath catches

The sight of someone's name, should it make me breathless?
On paper, online, in text, on phone? It's been quite a trip, this emotional let-down, evoking the feeling of my milk dropping down, the relief of feeding, nurishing my son. I want to feed my fervent emotions, to release them, to shine, to blind with the stunning glow errupting from my heart. Share my breath, catching all the way to my spine. I beg of you, let me.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I dig this
I have to admit I have a thing for the lead singer in THIS video, hehe. Ohh, the song has been stuck in my head for some time. So happy they are coming to Eugene!!!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
anticipation
It's quite amazing how the sight of an email appearing in my inbox can make me smile.
Or the giddy excitement of a text message. Walking around wondering what to text back. All the while a silly grin on my face.
When we do finally toss aside the new technology for good 'ol telephone conversation, the silence is golden. Hehe. Nervous energy and chuckles. Slowly opening up and finding that any connection, be it a phone line, or a computer, is a way of finding home.
Now, about this knock at the door. Could I really stand there and wait? Or would I run and hide behind a tree, too red in the face to actually say hi.
The feeling of seeing your face and hearing your voice right in front of me.
Realizing you are indeed real, and there waiting for me.
Or the giddy excitement of a text message. Walking around wondering what to text back. All the while a silly grin on my face.
When we do finally toss aside the new technology for good 'ol telephone conversation, the silence is golden. Hehe. Nervous energy and chuckles. Slowly opening up and finding that any connection, be it a phone line, or a computer, is a way of finding home.
Now, about this knock at the door. Could I really stand there and wait? Or would I run and hide behind a tree, too red in the face to actually say hi.
The feeling of seeing your face and hearing your voice right in front of me.
Realizing you are indeed real, and there waiting for me.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Amazing Fab antique books to download. Children & Adults
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