This is another request from my ‘Dommes don’t speak, they rawwwr’ post by Peroxide, who doesn’t even really like poetry, but requested that I read Sonnet XI, by Pablo Neruda, which I have posted previously.
I love quite a few of Neruda’s poems; his passion and beautiful turn of phrase is compelling.
Sonnet XI, by Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through … Continue Reading