In a moon city
will you distill
the darkness for a hallucinatory effect?
Without wearing anything?
Polarizing the sex
with the leaky pomegranates,
vying for control of towers.
Will it be unrespectful,
moon hitting the sun, when
it was departing?
It was a lucrative business
to trade envies with luck
or qualities. I feel connecting
with the violence of brown pillars.
Playing with smoke
you start undressing in epithets.
A bumblebee
raises the sights on rooftops.