there's a lot of holes in my life
for example
my waist takes as little space as possible;
a curve is formed in each side
in order to be fitted by
somebody's hands
and i would like them to be your hands
between every bone of my spine
there's a little pause pretending to shape
a path long enough to be toured by
somebody's fingers
and i would like them to be your fingers
when i stretch my neck i find
angles in my collarbones
a piece of architecture to be traced by
somebody's mouth
and i would like it to be your mouth
but your hands hold the curves of other waist
and your fingers wander other road
and your mouth traces the lines of other architecture
and i have all of these holes
and there's a hole in my bed
and i would like to have two
