Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

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.

My head is filled with ruins

Most of them are built with you

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.”

One day,

when I wake up at 3 a.m,

unable to sleep,

I will look next to me

and you will be there.

Sleeping peacefully beside me

and suddenly,

the world won`t seem so lonely.

Deep inside, she new, who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her pesonality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, or often, nothing at all.