I write things evolved—
From wanderings of
My mind and it’s
As if my word-drawn
Feelings ink
Out the true me without
Pretenses, bare of
Modesties and proprieties,
I am dissected by
You like a
Disemboweled entity,
Autopsied alive,
Explored skillfully by
Your scalpel-sharp
Sleuthing and
I sit eviscerated to
Your innermost delight
©2011 j.a.o.a.
©2011 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga
