Month: July 2011

ofhyacinthsandbiscuits:
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…

Hyacinths and Biscuits: Pablo Neruda

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