You gorgeous creatures
delicate powder brushed faces
behind those large dark sunglasses
casually smoking
with your legs crossed
I'd burn my icarus wings
to catch the scent
of your perfume

Sip my coffee
and read poetry
like I'm reading
the newspaper

All this talk about
             heart's
what about
Ascending Vena Cava'
or Sternocleidomastoid's
wouldn't it be
                  romantic
If I gave you;
my
foramen magnum

Pour the killing
                            Fire
Upon our raucous invaders heads
from the murderholes
we rain their
              death
until they run aflame
screaming
from the iron gates

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.