Open my stomach
When they leave
(when they all leave at last)
And enter with the tongue
Of Waring Cuney's woman
With No Images
Deep inside
Find yourself amongst them all
And face yourself
(leave me)
YOU ARE READING
Randomised
PoesíaA collection of random pieces of myself. Some previously tweeted. Some just born. Some already out there, some even in paper form. Shamelessly shared... All right reserved.
