I name my breast My opened wound I name my divide The dry road in the sea bed. Underwater I process All the oceans I had to…… Lire la suite « Mo·she »
Auteur : haya
Breathe my own breath
I think there can be moon In the shape of your balls And the weight of my breasts In the way that they fall . I think…… Lire la suite « Breathe my own breath »