This high quality art print features Pablo Neruda's beautiful love poem, Love Sonnet XI. (The full poem is below)

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Printed on Kodak Professional Endura Premier Lustre paper with a lustre finish that is closely related to Matte with a slight sheen.
It has an archival life of 100+ years. It arrives unmatted and unframed.

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Love Sonnet XI

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.