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,

hnger 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.