October, 21st. 2008.
Urgently: I need to feel blue butterflies flying about in my belly
like the very first time…
Who says "me"? Who will raise his hand among the huge crowd?
I urgently need your sex in my mouth,
to run into myself choked on such plenty of love…
your hips contained in my eyes,
your long arms around me like heavy weeds
tied tightly all around my neck.
I urgently need a weed-killer to come and wake me up
one of these days….
Rigatito némesis, 2008.