Touch my shoulder.
Bring me a drink.
Hide in my ear.
Squeez me,
pull my fingers, place
your thumb in my palm.

Tousle my hair,
behind the ears,
or on the nape,
from down to up.

Forehead to forehead,
gaze into my eyes,
your knees to mine,
under the table,of course.

Catch me dancing,
touch my bottom,
by chance,
rub yourself to me,
you’re stiff,
okay, I got it.

Don’t be sad,
I won’t pull my hand away,
I finish your drink,
I ligth your fire.

On my knees blue bruises
gather, I’m slowing down.
The glitters diminish,
Coquetry, magic, glamor.

And I don’t scream.
I fall apart.
In shreds.
I’ll give all the way. Take it or leave it.
What you touch first, it’s yours.
Is the surface of the skin enough?

Let me run, I still have
the sole on my feet.
For me one is waiting. It isn’t the way.
A slut. A female Orpheus.

I am there with you all.
You gnaw me, chomping.
Morsels  littered.
I pick them up above the sole