Predict Baby's Hair Colour Online

The broken groans later abandoned in the rain.

fall from the sky and fall memories out the window.

broken sighs Hard, chimaeras hurt.

your body is slowly coming.

arrive your hands in its orbit

of rum;

your feet burned sugar, slow dance,

and your thighs, grabs spasm,

and your mouth, substance

edible and your waist

open of candy.

us your golden arms, your teeth bloody;

suddenly come your eyes betrayed;

stretched skin, prepared

to nap:

your sudden rain smell, your throat

screaming I do not know, I imagine, "moaning

-not know, I suppose," I do not know burning I guess, I think,

your deep throat

twisting banned words.

A river of promises

your hair down,

takes in your breasts,

finally congeals into a puddle of molasses in your belly ,

violates your firm flesh of secret night.

Coal burning stone oven and

on this cold afternoon rain and silence.

Text: "stone oven" of Nicholas Guillén.