Nu
José Jr.
Naked
I am before You
Without a shell to hide
And whatever ugly in me that may be able
To repel You
That may be able to prevent You
From approaching and as You come closer
You touch my living flesh
You touch my wound
Your eyes strip me naked
My exposed entrails
My viscera in Your hands
Dissected I am
In the palm of Your hands
You know me so well
That I become a hostage to Your opinion
