The Junction Tile Factory (Cemara)

rain pins the void the water stirs the night thunder rumbling all pinning chaotic desires the trees shed their leaves the wind blows to the crown cold seeps into the giddy soul body flowing with salty sweat asphalt has black ink on passing vehicles the junction of the tile factory I contemplate in the heavy rain which is dizzy as sweat drips down my limp body I want to crush the woman next to me I want to invite him to chat in the quiet rain I want to let go of her passion in the moans of spring Mature girl with elegant feeling is amazed by the trickle of dripping water