Prowl

I  crave your mouth, your voice ,your hair

silent and starving, I prowl through the streets

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupt me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps

I hunger for your sleek laugh

your hands the color of 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