DNA or ADN,
it doesn´t matter
in Spanish or in English, the point
is that I´m
dying for your proteins,
for your
amino acids, for everything
what you
were once, when your parents
came back
from dinner a bit tipsy
and, after
pulling the chain,
they made a
new one with your name,
with your
curves and with your fantasies.
Give me a
photo of your DNA,
ID card size,
that I writhe
with wish
for looking at it all the day
It´s a nice
and funny poem, although it may have a too friendly tone, as a Borbón skipping
the protocol, or as a song by Joaquín Sabina
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