Prowl
I crave your mouth, your voice ,your hair
silent and starving, I prowl through the streets
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupt me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps
I hunger for your sleek laugh
your hands the color of 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
