I crave your hole [2011]


I hunger for your sleek smile,
your toes the smell of a sunrise in june
hunger for the courageous hairs of your delicate chest
I want to eat your voice like a mature berry

And digest. I want to digest your existence.

I want to eat the odor of your wasting hands
your religious tongue of your juicy mouth.
I want to eat the ephemeral light coming from your glance,

And follow the ray to attend your hill like ass,
hunting you, searching for the sensitive hole
and lick it. As if it was a freshly cut spanish orange,
As if i was singing a song to it,
To touch your intouchable heart.


for Pablo Neruda

(A summer song)