I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair Poem by Pablo Neruda

I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair

Rating: 3.2

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 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.

Translated by Stephen Tapscott

Suchismita Pattnaik 02 July 2012

hahaahhaha.... totaly different view of love.... grate u r..... love it..

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Kimberly Griffith 23 July 2011

Oh my gosh is that not the picture of a man, or woman in love? ? ? Awesome! ! ! I luv it! ! !

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Mohammad Akmal Nazir 11 May 2011

Wonderful poem. A bit different from the conventional view of love. Great write. A fine 10 indeed.

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Brian Jani 27 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 

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Abhishek Tiwari 13 October 2011

Pablo is the great.. Simple and straight..

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Anonymous 07 May 2019

Cannabal by the way

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Destini rosalez 23 January 2019

What is the theme of this poem

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Susan Williams 06 June 2018

He does have a sensual way of looking at life and women

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Douglas Scotney 06 June 2018

hungry guy..........

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The Loved One 06 June 2018

All bow to thee o mighty Pablo, Lord of Love and Longing

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