hunger hurts, — especially the hunger for love (yours…) i tried even some courier platforms, — (you weren't on their menus) and i feel as if this longing (for you), it metamorphosed… (into a monster) (like a parasite, jumbles me…) lord how i'd wish this burning gets into you, too

i live like the season of happiness, where love is a siring virgin mood  ‧ i feel like a migratory bird, dégagé playing through all cardinal points ‧ like a stargazer, i pour my placidity, to satisfy you with its musical thrill ‧ and i stretch and i bloom, and i wait for your lips to fill me, to empty me ‧ and, all over again, i am untamable, artfully lured to your wacky dream

you know all of me∙∙∙ • at the beginning everything was black and white; after that, it appeared blue and yellow • slowly, like a deity with an army of stars, i conquered all the earth's colors, diffusing on you a wild and exotic aroma of my essence • a few months later, undomesticated, — love bloomed invitingly, such as fresh roses‧‧‧ and concomitantly hungry, like the wolf