Friday, July 15, 2011

hunting for you.

debra baxter




beard envy

shredded....anyone shredded a tee at home?
lemme know of your DIY shredding adventures.

doilie top.

shoulder bling.

florals and pizza

love this top & that redring.

domesticated lady centaur 

loooong fishtail pony.


dirty little style whore
cherry whore
oracle fox
little ship of dreams

Love Sonnet XI

by Pablo Neruda
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.


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