In the exodus of emotions
I try to flee human fears
in earth hour.

The sky will not be civil to me.
You had become a dark flame
like port wine.

Who was changing
the skin like a snake?
I was busy cupping a hemangioma

on the face of a moon.
Tucked between the breasts
a dream fumbles with a cyclone.

One more city dies
in my head. The streets
are walking back.