MIND: Necessary Evil

You have become so vital a part of me that
I’m completely upside down, if that means anything.
I don’t know what I write – only that I love you,
that I must have you exclusively, fiercely, possessively.
You come and you make me sick with desire, with a desire to possess you,
to have you around me always, talking to me naturally,
moving about as if you were a part of me.

// Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin

MIND: Cravings

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.

I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair // Pablo Neruda