FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

now i look at my hands
closer than
before

near to my face i have ten
paths

i have these wrists which
are detestable
for many have done
what bad intentions they
have had
for themselves

i rush to the highways of my
ribs
and take shelter to the roof
where my heart
rests like man after he has
waded
in the river of his dreams