“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.”
― Pablo Neruda
What my day consisted of~
I had to have you go first when I found out we had to cross a wall ledge just to get to the peak of the roof. The view was best there. We were walking on a very narrow ledge and we only had a wall to lean on while crossing. “If you think about it too much, you will fall.” So I stopped paying attention to how much further we had to go “Will you please hold my hand?” and you immediately reached out. You make me feel less of a wuss amid my freaking out. You love it when I make you feel needed anyway.
I’m always going to think that what we’re doing is a bad idea. You’re gonna have to be brave for me and reach out for my hand when my knees and my faith start to shake. But by the end of all this, the city lights that await us at the edge, each other’s faces, and the idea that we’re much closer to the sky than any of those people on the ground —all of those are gonna remind us that it’s all going to be worth it.
Would I be out of line if I said I miss you?





