“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.”
― Pablo Neruda
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Craving
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Lay Your Heart Against My Heart
"Lay your heart against my heart that I may hear your love summoning me to forgetfulness....
Lay your mouth on my mouth until all dissolves in mist about me...."
-Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff
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