To whoever cares

I’ve got a scar on my right heart
with no ramparts, you’d see
Clearly

If you do care, let’s split apart,
let your harp cool my sea
dearly.

To whoever care, kiss my lips,
write me poems with hugs
softly

Touch my chest, I will touch your hips,
I will drink from your jugs
shyly.

RUDDAPOET [TRCP]