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. ~Sonnet XI, Pablo Neruda
Some say you will fall in love after sucking them dry,
that if you cut through their center, the sea will open in your veins. ~Pablo Neruda Lemons, Kelli Russell Agodon
Tonight, by the freeway, a man eating fruit pie with a buckknife carves the likeness of his lover's face into the motel wall. I like him and I want to be like him, my hands no longer an afterthought. ~Little Beast, Richard Siken
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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.
~Sonnet XI, Pablo Neruda
Some say you will fall
in love after sucking them
dry,
that if you cut through
their center, the sea will
open in your veins.
~Pablo Neruda Lemons, Kelli Russell Agodon
Tonight, by the freeway, a man eating fruit pie with a buckknife
carves the likeness of his lover's face into the motel wall. I like him
and I want to be like him, my hands no longer an afterthought.
~Little Beast, Richard Siken
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