I open my soul as a pore to inhale light
the light from your eyes
from your breath
the heavy day lost in the torrid arcades of the purple-red flesh
beneath a sky that no longer exist.

I finish my glass of wine
eyes wide shut I leave traces of lipstick on the crystal
I swallow you outside the window
I sow you in hidden streets
I feel you in my high-heels
in the trumpet of the elevator
in a city that no longer exist
alone
with you I am breathing.