Ive Yanamari (ive_yanamari) wrote,
Ive Yanamari

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On the occasion of an anniversary.

There is no one as all-consuming as you, whom I have loved with more intent; there is no one who could have taught me to put aside that deliberate intensity, and open slowly, with an offering of self, except you.

I cannot give you enough; I cannot help but flower under your hands, under your song.

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.
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