Ridged,
irregular,
a dune in the desert of the body.
Silence in a foetal position.
It does not speak -
the irony
that it is in a relationship with lips!
Parched with wrinkles,
a crumpled paper,
coiled like a dead snake,
a half-blossomed rose -
it is the most solitary of the organs.
It is the lover
in waiting.
Waiting for the downpour
from those lips
that have not spoken in ages.
