Merciel

hands

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp as smooth as a baby’s

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp without any prints on the world

eyes

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp as shut as a baby’s

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp unable to renounce the shade

cheeks

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp as fat as a baby’s

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp drunk off his mother’s teat

lips

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp as lame as a baby’s

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp unable to pronounce his desires

feet

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp as weak as a baby’s

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp without any prints on the world