She fell silent.
What does she want from me?
I wonder, when she looks at me so closely.
She knows nothing about me.
So, what does she want from me?
I need her to say it.
Does she want it?
What does she want?
And what do I want from her?
I want her to tell me what she wants.
Bite me slowly, hold me tight.
Caress me, write on my skin.
What is it? What is it that you want?
Does she want it?
I need her to say it.
Photography by Mónica Ochoa.
Actress and poet from Buenos Aires. Lesbian and feminist, she writes from personal experience, sensitivity, and a critical perspective on contemporary life.