Take me in moonlight

when it is dark, outreaching

every ache.

I will not ask you anything

when you are on prowl in cobra night.

The womb crumbles.

Salamanders will not endure the flames.

Elemental soul wants to

stay in water.

Living in a wax palace

with honeybees inviting sparks.

My religion wants to change its name.

Cold touch, I will wear

a shawl of slaughtered scapegoat.

Don't call me on the name of a

messenger.

You know there was no

dearth of lies.

We shall meet when our hands start trembling.