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.