on the latest things

as I embrace you without a touch
and eventually
maybe
none of these things

as the face bones resolve
my viscera liquify

like a gas station
opened veins in the night
make signals with fluorescent lighting tubes

at such a late an hour
that the last tram lifts from its tracks
unawakened dogs levitate
butterflies that go through walls

when all the limousines in town
have the colour of your eyes

or nothing but the trails of a meteoric body

the pitch-dark to break
the olfactory seals