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.
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Silent and starving! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poet has imagery in his pocket. Dispensed with ease.++10
hahaahhaha.... totaly different view of love.... grate u r..... love it..
Oh my gosh is that not the picture of a man, or woman in love? ? ? Awesome! ! ! I luv it! ! !
Wonderful poem. A bit different from the conventional view of love. Great write. A fine 10 indeed.
Cannabal by the way