Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.

I take much pleasure in being alone

I'm battling monsters, I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings

and you say I'll give you anything but you never come through.

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.

Even when I am alone, I have real good company - dreams and imaginations and pretendings.

It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist and knees, dress does not hide him,

You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side.

Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No оne will ever want to sleep with you.”