The Liquid Measure of Your Steps…

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 shades of your lashes.

I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

– Pablo Neruda, ‘The Wondering Minstrels: Love Sonnet XI’

    • Mom
    • March 21st, 2011

    I wasn’t sure how to comment on this one. Is Pablo Neruda speaking about carnal or spiritual love? How do you see this?

    • I think he’s talking about both…I think it’s love, lust, passion… he’s in search of her beauty and nothing else nourishes him but her… and to be nourished is usually something that is only achieved on a deeper, more spiritual nature than anything carnal can provide…

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