I am meeting my lover for the first time.

And in the scene, her skin

is dark with kinky grasses growing on her head.

I ask her why she would leave her demon

back home and walk up to me in a strange

body and why her eyes are not patented

in their marionette colour.  The purple-pink

of her mouth has melted into a brown pond of grief

while the moon is somewhere at peace

above us.

I am meeting my lover for the first time but

I am remembering another girl

with corral teeth and feral eyes.

In the scene, she describes herself for me

adding flowers and our last emojis;

inside the planetary depth of her dimples,

I look like an archeologist

discovering his first fossil

through the violent breath of the wind.

I am meeting my lover for the first time.

Will you like to meet her too?

We are at Hotspot of the city

sitting at a table with echoes of Lana Del Rey

reaching us at a side and smoke of barbecue

burning the ozone layers of our love

as our faces reach an eclipse.